[That's alright. He'll just let her scoot off, sitting down nearby, tail sort of swishing while he thinks. As the day goes he's been getting more and more talkative. Like the sort of grogginess of a deep sleep finally shaking off.]
. . . You know, I don't think people forget that easily.
she looks down at that and nibbles at the chocolate.]
...they always have before. When you move away, everyone says they'll keep in touch. They'll call, or write, or email... and maybe they do at first, but then one week between messages turns into two or three turns into nothing.
I don't know about all of that. Just ... the right kind of people. That's my point. That the people around here, despite all the murder and horseshit and magic crystal balls with information, they're good people. They don't forget.
I'm not going to argue that, because they are insane.
[They. They did some crazy shit already following his body through Fantasy Antarctica. He won't argue they don't want him back or anything, that feels disingenuous, but.]
But that doesn't mean they don't want you to be safe. I don't know who's going to win this thing or who they'll pick, but certainly any one of us is going to be thinking of the others. No one gets left behind. No one gets forgotten. I'll promise you that.
I'm fairly certain it is safer here. For example, no one has gotten decapitated in days. Nothing wrong with keeping your own hands out of the fire until you need them.
[He sort of phrases that like a joke, but. It's also serious? But he tilts his head at the second part.]
You know, this isn't really a ... they're out there and we're stuck in here. They're stuck. They can't talk about anything. We've seen them talking at trials. We saw what happened to Adora. We're the ones with clear heads.
Yeah, but they can still... they can still do something about it, and all we can do is watch and wait and hope that someone decides to come through for us.
[she wraps her arms around herself. she's trying to keep her distance, but she's radiating so much misery he can probably feel it anyway. awful.]
The only one who's ever come through for me is me. I'd rather be out there, risking not being in my right mind but still able to do something, than be perfectly clearheaded and know that help isn't going to come. It never has before.
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. . . You know, I don't think people forget that easily.
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she looks down at that and nibbles at the chocolate.]
...they always have before. When you move away, everyone says they'll keep in touch. They'll call, or write, or email... and maybe they do at first, but then one week between messages turns into two or three turns into nothing.
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[A pause.]
Before- ... Before I came here, I was in a grave. For about a year, I think. When I went into it, they'd only known me for a month or so.
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well, that startles her. she looks up, her brows furrowing slightly.]
...then it's like Aikawa said. You must have been really important to them, even though they'd only known you a short time.
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I don't know about all of that. Just ... the right kind of people. That's my point. That the people around here, despite all the murder and horseshit and magic crystal balls with information, they're good people. They don't forget.
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[she fiddles with her necklace]
...still, they... you should have seen the reactions to what happened to you. There's no way they don't want you back.
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[They. They did some crazy shit already following his body through Fantasy Antarctica. He won't argue they don't want him back or anything, that feels disingenuous, but.]
But that doesn't mean they don't want you to be safe. I don't know who's going to win this thing or who they'll pick, but certainly any one of us is going to be thinking of the others. No one gets left behind. No one gets forgotten. I'll promise you that.
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[so if they're going to bring anyone back... it's probably going to be an adult! a. two-year-old adult. it's fine.
she sounds resigned to it.]
...no one left behind or forgotten, huh... that's probably part of why they want you back so badly. You're that kind of person.
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[He sort of phrases that like a joke, but. It's also serious? But he tilts his head at the second part.]
You know, this isn't really a ... they're out there and we're stuck in here. They're stuck. They can't talk about anything. We've seen them talking at trials. We saw what happened to Adora. We're the ones with clear heads.
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[she wraps her arms around herself. she's trying to keep her distance, but she's radiating so much misery he can probably feel it anyway. awful.]
The only one who's ever come through for me is me. I'd rather be out there, risking not being in my right mind but still able to do something, than be perfectly clearheaded and know that help isn't going to come. It never has before.