[She gets it open, in any case, regardless of in what way she succeeds. Most of the box's exterior crumbles away, and there is a certain satisfaction in that, in watching an obstacle be torn easily away.
She yanks the thing open, as though expecting some great treasure or terrible secret to be contained within the triple-boxed nightmare. What could possibly require so much couching in needless layers of insulation?
Apparently, two small coins, unremarkable save for the symbols emblazoned upon them.
They eye the pair of them skeptically before smiling, brightly.]
How kind of civilizations past to put so much worth and effort into wasting our collective time.
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She yanks the thing open, as though expecting some great treasure or terrible secret to be contained within the triple-boxed nightmare. What could possibly require so much couching in needless layers of insulation?
Apparently, two small coins, unremarkable save for the symbols emblazoned upon them.
They eye the pair of them skeptically before smiling, brightly.]
How kind of civilizations past to put so much worth and effort into wasting our collective time.