[The apartment appears empty at first glance, but on further inspection, there's a black snout poking out from under the kotatsu blanket. Celeste's voice gets a faint, plaintive whine in reply, a wordless expression of grief. It's still strange to be this obviously weak in front of another person, but the feelings are so heavy on her it feels like she can't possibly summon the energy to pretend to be okay even if she wanted to. And she doesn't. Not for Celes.]
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