She does not often venture to the Lower House. She cares for the mortals that are living, struggling, still being recorded. Dry recitations of the details of now-vanished existences are worthless.
Nevertheless, he is the top administrator of the Lower House and he works tirelessly to maintain the relics of the things she used to love.
The surprised look on Her face when he shows Her the meticulously organized records is a slap.
"You are hardworking," She tells him, blinking. What he hears is your effort is unnecessary; futile.
He is hardworking? As if She had made him anything but.
