For me it has been... I am always terribly aware of how little certain personalities can mesh. I care for Lahabrea and Elidibus deeply; it pains me to know that never shall I speak to either of them again. But by the same token I could not imagine such a casual interaction with them as this, simply wasting an afternoon in common interest.

[To love someone without liking them, and also to be grieving them. At least Lahabrea is actually dead; it is even stranger to grieve for Elidibus, now left all alone.

Another piece moves on the board.]

Of course, it is difficult to imagine Lahabrea with an idle afternoon for any interest...

[A sigh.]