one of the support sisters who feels sorry for her, sacrilegious as it is to think such an honor to be pitiable, occasionally adding a nice berry flavor to her day's nutrient slurry, unaware that the feeding tube completely bypasses the mouth and taste buds...
after spending the first few of the sister's visits silently watching through an auxiliary camera on the hull, the pilot lies in a thin, scratchy voice,
Support Sister: I think this will be a nice treat for my sister doing so well. Her situation is a sad one but I love her dearly
Anchoress: [Headset beaming the entire Scriptures of Warfare into her mind for the 18th time this minute] oooooooouuuuuuuuooooouuughhhhhhh ooooooouggghhhhhh hoooouuuuuugggg
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"Thank you. It helps."
Anchoress: [Headset beaming the entire Scriptures of Warfare into her mind for the 18th time this minute] oooooooouuuuuuuuooooouuughhhhhhh ooooooouggghhhhhh hoooouuuuuugggg