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[Penelo can barely even type this. She certainly doesn't trust her voice and she's already cried until the tears ran dry, not something she wants to be broadcasting on the network. Worst of all, she hadn't even been there. She only heard through the people who helped run Edward's residence. She's lost so many people that she's practically numb, and yet this hurts so much she can barely stand it at all.]
Edward's vanished again.
[She puts aside the phone, unwilling to look at it, to respond to condolences and words of encouragement that things could change again. Instead, she simply packs her traveling belongings, intending to make for the Galbana and return to Figaro to pack away her wedding dress and cancel all the arrangements. Hopefully the building she'd been using for the cafe was still available for use, and if not she'd just find a job tending shop somewhere in the town. If there's one skill the dancer is adept at, it's picking herself up after a loss and making herself get on with living.]
Edward's vanished again.
[She puts aside the phone, unwilling to look at it, to respond to condolences and words of encouragement that things could change again. Instead, she simply packs her traveling belongings, intending to make for the Galbana and return to Figaro to pack away her wedding dress and cancel all the arrangements. Hopefully the building she'd been using for the cafe was still available for use, and if not she'd just find a job tending shop somewhere in the town. If there's one skill the dancer is adept at, it's picking herself up after a loss and making herself get on with living.]