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What, there weren't any other Pantheon researchers around? [ Kind of dry. ] But, honestly, there must be somebody studying Persephone's cultural impact here or what Lucifer showing up means or...that sort of thing. There always is.

None quite like you. Or with your perspective.

[ It's said just a touch hastily. It's not flirting, exactly, but David does admire Cassandra.

Only professionally, of course. ]

Not here, and not like that. They're writing op-eds about how this Lucifer compares to the rest, or gossip about Persephone's love life. Academic study of imports isn't... really quite to that level. Whatever we do is probably going to be the most legitimate foray into the study.

I mean, your perspective does change when you become the thing you're studying. [ Stated very matter-of-factly. Lucky you, David, Cassandra has never been socially adept enough to pick up on things that aren't overt. ]

So basically the same tabloid drivel from back in London. Of course there's always that, too. [ Her least favorite thing! Well, one of them. ] The academics are going to start at some point. We might as well kickstart it.

[ A soft, amused scoff. ]

Are you ready to start an academic revolution with me, Miss Igarashi?

As if we weren't trying to do that already? [ She hadn't really thought of her previous recruitment of him and other collegues back home that way...but it sort of was. ] Well, we're in it now.

[ He laughed. ]

And hopefully, we'll find success here, yes? I'm afraid I don't know how our little endeavor is going at this time back home. I...we only just spoke at my house. You seem to know far more than that.

[ She sighs. Yeah, she does. She's not sure how much she wants to tell him, especially considering the connection between him and Woden- well, what she thinks the connection is. ]

I'm...only a few days ahead. I think you know most of what I do. [ Not necessarily untrue. ] So we'll both have to see what happens here, and hope the Porter feels like sending us back into something that isn't a complete mess.

Oh yes, I suppose so.

[ A beat. ]

It must be a rather...full few days, then. Things to be...chaotic among your peers in a way they weren't, before.

Ha. [ She sounds pretty tired. ] Yeah, it sure is.

[ ...But if she's weighing what to tell him, she might as well figure out if he does know anything. ] I mean, has Dionysus told you anything new? I think you've talked to him. He's the only one from...around that same time.

[ When he died. ]

Not really? [ He paused, but then followed with a slight chuckle. ]

I don't think he's likely to confide in some old man he barely knows. I...have had only one or two conversations with him. I think I bore him.

[ or trigger him. ]

I don't think anyone actually bores Dio. He's absurdly welcoming. It's kind of ridiculous. [ She means it affectionately, but probably just ends up sounding worried. ]

Uh, the point is that it's a mess. We're...trying to take care of the aftereffects here. You don't have to worry about it.

[ Maybe best to keep him out of the murderous mess she believes was caused by his son?? Yeah. ]

[ Dammit! Even masquerading as an innocent isn't getting him answers. ]

Until people supposedly come after me, certainly. [ It's touched with mild amusement. ] Sorry, you know me, always curious. I just...dislike being the ignorant one. It makes me jumpy.

You're telling me. [ Same, David. ]

...Look. We're just trying to play it safe. [ Well, she is. ] When we've actually figured something out, you're probably going to be one of the first people to know the details.

[ Once we've imprisoned your son! You know. ]

[ MAYBE IF YOU TOLD HIM HIS SON WAS AFTER HIM... ]

I, ah, understand. I just... you'll tell me if... things get dire, yes? I don't want to be caught unaware -- moreso than I already have by...some things.

[ But what if telling him that makes him go to his son?? Layers. ]

I will. And if I don't...you've gotten to know the rest of the Pantheon a bit, right? You'll probably hear it somehow, if things aren't irreversibly screwed up.

[ Yep. That's what he would do. Go for his son... ]

Mm, I've...met some of them. I just... I feel as if I know you better. I...consider you a rather competent colleague, [ A bit of a pause, ] and a friend. I'd much rather hear it from you, when the time comes.

[ Friend?? Friend. That feels...strange. Both because Cass is not a person with more than, like, two close friends, and because she's tried to be so professional about this.

On the other hand: academic praise. She does like that part. ]

I...I'll try to make sure you hear it from me. I'd probably be the one to pick up the details we actually care for, anyway, compared to the rest of them.

Thank you, Cassandra. It means a great deal to me.

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