Chapitre 29: .
"Supernova is…my Father," Terra said slowly. Oh, so she knew who Supernova was, but not who she was? What an intricate web of lies. It occurred to Moon that the web would not be accurate. Glass was much closer. An intricate glass pane that could shatter any minute.
"And your mother?" Moon nudged. Terra blinked and then seemed to have steeled herself, much to Moon's surprise.
"It doesn't matter. Why are you called Merra?" Terra pushed.
"Well, it's my middle name. Some people use it as a nickname." Moo lied fluidly, and Terra blinked.
"You have a middle name?"
"Ah, yes. It's not brought up very much, but my full name is Moon Merra Celestius. Quite an odd name." Moon continued.
"...Then…that's it? It's…It's just a middle name?" Terra asked, confused, and Moon tilted her head, still pretending to be innocent.
"Well, of course. What else would it be?"
Terra shook her head, much to Moon's delight.
"I'm sorry. I suspected you for nothing." Terra said, but she didn't seem to be talking to Moon. It seemed like she was talking to herself. Moon sighted. That was to be dealt with later.
"Well, is that all you were here for, Terra?" It had seemed like an eternity to her, of course, but in reality, their conversation had barely lasted 5 minutes. Ten if you were feeling gracious.
"Ah… Yes," Terra said. Now she seemed completely out of it, poor thing, but it was better if she was easier to manipulate. Moon smiled at her, but once again there wasn't a shred of emotion behind it.
"Then I supposed you'd better get going. And leave that envelope here - it's too sodden to take anywhere." Moon said, picking up the sodden envelope and dropping it nonchalantly in a trash can. She could feel Terra's eyes on the back of her head, but after a minute her host planet shrugged, picked up the cloak from the back of the chair she had been sitting on, and put it on with a swish of fabric cutting through the air.
Moon watched her, and then held open the door and waved her out. As soon as Terra was out of sight, her smile slid off her face, lips melting into a serious line, and she grabbed the envelope out of the trash can, carefully wringing out as much water as she could and then carefully spreading it out on the table.
"Let's see what you've got for me, Supernova."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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