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[There's nothing much on the page. Temari only taps her pen against the paper -- dot, dot, dot -- for several long moments before she finally writes something.] Tell me: Is family still family when they are worlds apart?

[Perhaps a little introspective for her normal tastes and somewhat revealing to her mental state, but... Well. She'll take a few outside opinions this time. Some days she just misses her brothers. This evening, it's particularly sharp. That, and she's tired. A bit sore. Unwilling to walk back to the apartment just yet. All in all, it doesn't make for a good mood, after being gone for so long. She's not even sure how long it has been.]

[She doesn't go home after returning to the village: she finds some clean clothes in the shop, forgoes food entirely, and instead wraps herself in a good coat she found and takes a slow walk as night falls. She'll be all over town, eventually easing toward the edges of the forest. (Yes, at night. In the cold. It's probably not the smartest plan.)]

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True enough. The question occurred to me; I though I'd see what others thought.

Perhaps the question should be aimed at yourself, and whether time and space are enough for you to be rid of such bonds. Everyone else's thoughts will surely be different from yours.

My bonds remain unbroken. [She hopes.] Curiosity prompted the question.

I suppose it's something worth asking at some point.

[He's not sure, but alright.]

I wondered.

Though perhaps you should wonder if you've changed enough, being here, that it affects such relationships.

I have changed. I don't know if I've changed that much. I suppose it's possible.

When you change enough, you'll stop caring about it.

That may very well be true.

You will not know, either way, if it's true or not, until it happens.

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