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She is asking you
She is dead
Nothing carries over. Not what she earned, not who she buried, not what she became. Whoever you are assigned to next is not her.
Her account, and what is closing on her
Her account
Around her — what you can see, and she cannot
Since you last looked
What you can do for her
She has to believe you are there. It lands on her Faith, and a woman who has stopped believing has nothing for it to land on.
Ask her something
She will answer when she gets to it — a day, maybe two. She has to still believe you are there to hear you at all.
What she is hunting
What she is
She gets better at what she actually does, and at nothing else.
What it left on her
It does not take what she learned. It takes what she can do with it.
What they call her
You do not choose this. The world starts saying it, and she asks you whether to answer.
What she carries
She can pick up anything. What is over her head uses her, and she knows it.
What she has become
Earned, never chosen. Every one of them cost her something.
Who walks with her
Struck off
Where she is
You cannot send her anywhere. You can tell her where you would rather she was.
What you want for her
Can she reach you
The ledger of her