Interrogator F: Can you tell me your name?

Hybridae - BW11: Why? You already know who I am—everyone does.

Interrogator F: We do, but I want to know what you know. S—

Hybridae - BW11: I have two names. Which do you want?

Interrogator F: Whichever you'd prefer we use for documentation. We like to honor people's wishes about these things. Names are important.

Hybridae - BW11: And what about my wish for you to get fucked and let me go!

A pause. Stretches for ten seconds. Interrogator is bemused.

Nadia T.: Nadia Temple…I don't want you using the other one. It's special.

Interrogator F: It was your cover for—

Nadia T.: Don't use it. Unless you want me to bite my fucking tongue off, and make sure that whatever you want from me you don't get.

Interrogator F: Understood. So, Ms. Temple, tell me what happened.

Nadia T.: Alls below, you already know, stop fishing for more shit to pin on me…I've already done enough…too much. Brightgate, the war—

Interrogator F: Tell me about the war. Can you…tell me about the war?

Nadia T.: Sure, it's hard to forget I mean there were the grand companies, the treks through the Underside, the…um, those weird…fuck. It was a lot, okay. All your fancy documentation doesn't have this written down somewhere?

Interrogator F: Do you not remem—

Nadia T.: I do! I do…remember some of it. It's just…

Interrogator F: Jumbled?

Nadia T.: A bit, but even if I did remember you grabbed the wrong girl. My sis is the storyteller, and I'm the killer. The monster. The biggest liar this side of the Black Vein.

Interrogator F: Is that how you see yourself?

Nadia T.: It's how everyone sees me. They know the stories.

Interrogator F: They know some stories, but I want yours—I am a captive audience.

Nadia T.: More like I'm the captive teller.

They both chuckle.

Nadia T.: Where do I start?

Interrogator F: The earliest thing you remember.

Nadia T.: I came back to life.

Interrogator F: And what was that like?

Nadia T.: It wasn't with a sudden gasp, or whatever Lie someone's spinning on the NewNet. What it's like, is a rush of sensation, the primordial soup that gives rise—no—return to feelings…

MxOberon

Hey folks, it's ya girl here to tell you...we're back! But also, kind of not in the way we might all want. So, the sad truth of things is that Comfort is going to have to go on hiatus for an indeterminate amount of time for reasons that aren't that fun (mainly that i'm really poor and writing Comfort isn't that economically viable anymore), and I didn't want to just leave all y'all hanging without any update or news. This means that for the coming weeks you'll be getting the chapters of book 2 that currently exist on the patreon, so you'll at least get a bit more of Nadia's story. Anyways, if you want to gobble up all of what exists rather than wait week-to-week, or if you want to read an entire novella's worth of side stories covering Tsumugi, Melissa, and Amber/Redacted then go to the patreon. Especially go cause if you only want the novella, that's even available for independent purchase. And to make it easy on you, here's a whole fun link to it: HERE!