[She frowns, the careful moment broken by her confusion.]
Painted what? What's a mailwoman?
[The mailboxes might still stand in the desert, but what they were once in the times before the wars was a mystery to the little girl. Her life had come after, once the world was already in shambles and all civilization was left to the City. Her only knowledge of world her fathers knew, that D knew, came from half explained references on the radio and the boys stories from childhood. The mail system had not been included.
Maybe because she'd taken to Cherri's stories of the Witch with such reverence that no one wanted to ruin the boxes for her.]
This is for the Witch. The Phoenix Witch. She's gonna make her rounds soon, collect all the letters and masks so she knows what souls to find. Didn't anyone ever teach ya nothin' about what happens after someone's dusted?
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Painted what? What's a mailwoman?
[The mailboxes might still stand in the desert, but what they were once in the times before the wars was a mystery to the little girl. Her life had come after, once the world was already in shambles and all civilization was left to the City. Her only knowledge of world her fathers knew, that D knew, came from half explained references on the radio and the boys stories from childhood. The mail system had not been included.
Maybe because she'd taken to Cherri's stories of the Witch with such reverence that no one wanted to ruin the boxes for her.]
This is for the Witch. The Phoenix Witch. She's gonna make her rounds soon, collect all the letters and masks so she knows what souls to find. Didn't anyone ever teach ya nothin' about what happens after someone's dusted?