ONE SWEEP LATER

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[July 4, 3315. Kanaya had learned by now that in one ancient Earth culture, this date was significant because it marked the declaration independence of the United States from the United Kingdom. By now, after almost four Earth solar years separated from her homeworld, she had learned those were distinct countries. But to her, this date had a different significance. It was a sweep to the day that Kanaya had learned one of her dearest friends, with whom she had perhaps the most kinship of experience, was estranged in Exsilium from her moirail, a bond forged in such a time that it was largely irreplicable by the winds of chance that dominated the transport social scene. Kanaya had learned the hard way, as the trolls she knew left and returned and left and returned again and again, that they'd had a point about not restoring the race here. But the Initiative was making progress in this war, however long it was taking, and for one of its most loyal members, who had swallowed her Alternian prejudices, her quirk, her symbol, her society, who wore only an iron-on Virgo patch on the uniform she had helped design, "chance" didn't dominate who came and went quiet as much as you might think.]

Hey.
Nepeta.
Can you come to the Hold?
Something has happened here that's very relevant to your interests.

[She accompanied the text message with a location ping to the exact room where she and Vriska were waiting, then turned to her companion.] It won't be long until she gets here now. If you want to get behind a door or otherwise set up your reunion to be more dramatic, now would be the time.