The Artist | The Lady | The Commissioner | Henrietta | Louise
Henrietta pursed her lips. "Louise, there is blood coming from your hand." The maid produced a speckled handkerchief, curiously coloured red and white, to stem the blood. Her voice was raspy. "It's an aftereffect of Time, my lord. There are streams in my systems that cannot withstand the seals." Henrietta's smile vanished. "Would you like me to reset you?" Louise held up three fingers: index, ring, thumb. No. The smile reappeared, and Henrietta stepped back from the Likeness, saying, "Well. For my first experience of Time, it was quite refreshing. Is this the only venue?"
Louise restrained the shock from her face. All of her charges had experienced Time. None of them had called it refreshing. Four had fainted. In the world, Time was not experienced in a linear fashion along with one's life. Time did not move. One second of Time allotted to each of those in this world. No more. No more was necessary. And yet this young lord, this... Henrietta, she asked for more. Life passed when Time passed.
"It is not, my lord, but your one second has been taken. Any more, and your life will pass, faster than you imagine."
"Let it pass. I will be the only one in my family. I will be the only one in the world."
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