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You find yourself in a place.

This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.

There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.

What do you do?

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Satori is sitting in one of the parks, looking relaxed. Sipping tea.

Talking to one of the cats.

She looks more content than she generally does in the company of people.

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One cat in particular (http://omoikane.as.arizona.edu/~enielsen/animenight/crestofthestars/diaho.jpg) is affectionate, soaking up as much love as it can.

"My little brother does that." Lafiel's not exactly condescending, just amused.

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Satori turns an eye toward Lafiel, looking like she was happier talking to the cats. "Do the cats talk back to him?"

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Honestly, you're inside her head. The fat orange one bounds over to her, clearly spoilt and demanding chin scritches with headbutts at her leg. "I don't know. Every time one of us catches him at it, he pretends like it never happened."

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Satori watches the cat demand affection. "If she ever seems dissatisfied with her food, it's a matter of quantity, not quality. Improving the level of the food any further will only serve to raise her standards."

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Lafiel chuckles a moment. "Well, Diaho is a boy, but otherwise that seems right. It was often difficult to get cat food for him on campaign so we sometimes had to feed him from our rations."