[that letter will likely never see its return to Victor unless he asks after it at a later date - not from malice, but the simple fact that Lapis has absolutely no understanding of how the postal system works. Homeworld had left such primitive means of communication behind long before she'd even been trapped in the mirror, after all.
that isn't to say that Lapis doesn't answer the missive; she does, with careful and precise handwriting underneath each question on the original letter. in some places there isn't enough room to fit her response, and so the words curl and shrink awkwardly to try and pack themselves in. once finished she places it, neatly folded up once more, back into the mailbox...without an address or postage. it seems destined to sit there for some time.]
Treatment? [and here's some actual emoting from her, clear confusion cutting across her face.] There's nothing wrong with me.
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that isn't to say that Lapis doesn't answer the missive; she does, with careful and precise handwriting underneath each question on the original letter. in some places there isn't enough room to fit her response, and so the words curl and shrink awkwardly to try and pack themselves in. once finished she places it, neatly folded up once more, back into the mailbox...without an address or postage. it seems destined to sit there for some time.]
Treatment? [and here's some actual emoting from her, clear confusion cutting across her face.] There's nothing wrong with me.