[an outdoor playground isn't exactly what lila wanted when she said she wanted to get out of the daycare, but at least they can get some fresh air now! she's looking around once they're able to get outside.
which puts her into close enough contact with sieghart that ... bam! memshare!
It's been happening on and off around here. You should steer clear of everyone if you have an especially embarrassing memory you don't want anyone to know about.
I don't know if luck had anything to do with . . .
[And then he's cut short by a memory:
The ashen smoke and stench of burnt flesh choke your throat, leaving a rancid aftertaste, as you navigate the burning ruins of your second home. What was once a warm refuge attended by the kind souls of your brothers is now a hellish purgatory with their bodies strewn everywhere like ragdolls. There are so many of them, yet nary a one so much as utters a cry while the fire claims their limbs. Every step you take lands your feet in a puddle of their blood, growing increasingly desperate as you call out their names, hoping against hope for a response.
You cough into your excoriated arm, damaged from a collapsing pillar you passed earlier. How long have you been in here now? If you don't hurry, you may collapse before you can get anyone out.
Your breath hitches when you come upon Graham, crumpled on the ground, with the fire raging all around him. Dropping to your knees, you gather his body in your arms and shield him from the scorching heat, only to find that his chest neither rises nor falls.
"N-no!" Your vision blurs and voice cracks as you give him a shake. "Get up! Wake up! Please!"
But Graham doesn't open his eyes. Your dearest friend, who saved your life when he found you, a lonesome stranger on the verge of death, with nothing but kindness in his eyes and who later accepted your nameless self into the fold as family, is gone.
Everyone is gone. The fire is just meant to bury what's left of them.
Ignoring how the same fire pricks your eyes, chokes your throat, and sears your skin, you hold Graham's corpse close and wail in a terrible combination of grief and rage.
Who could've killed the immortal Highlanders? The question rattles harshly within your mind, piercing the deafening roar of the flames. Whoever it was, you'll kill them. You'll tear them apart. You will get revenge.
If only you hadn't been so careless.
Your chest tightens. Although you scream yourself hoarse, it does nothing for the pain in your heart as you weep at once. You can't breathe. You don't think you can even live with yourself. The grief, the rage, the guilt—they hurt. They hurt so much that you think you may just go mad from it all.
This is your fault. It's your fault—all of it. Your fault. Your fault, yourfault,yourfaultyourfaultYOURFAULT—]
that's a lot! no wonder he wants revenge! honestly, lila has wanted revenge on people for less intense things than this! when they come out of the memory, she's left reeling from it - her gaze darts up to his face to see how he's handling it.
was the warning about memories popping up meant to get her to go away so he wouldn't have to relive his...?]
[His gaze is unfocused in the immediate aftermath of their return to the present. Even though he knows it's nothing more than a memory, the ache of loss rips open into a fresh wound at the vivid reminder. He turns his head away, blinking back tears.]
No, the fault lies with whoever actually killed them.
[unless he's about to reveal that he went on a murderspree? which. she doesn't think he did?? but i wouldn't put it past jae to be playing from a canon like that.]
[And a welcome distraction, at that. It's easy to swing back if his focus is elsewhere, and Lila's memory is outrageous enough to dry his eyes and draw a soft huff in time for a reaction.]
You always get what you want? You wouldn't make a very good diplomat.
That's just - how it's always been when it comes to guys. No one I've been interested in dating has ever turned me down...?
[she says, in a tone of voice that's very much like "that's just how it is, idk why, but it's not my fault"]
But in this case it wasn't exactly like that - I was interested in him, but he asked me out first, and it made that other girl so mad that she came after me to threaten me into breaking up with him because she liked him, too.
[lila assumes he means adrien tbh, considering someone literally got turned into a supervillain because they were jealous about him being with someone else.]
Yeah, he's pretty popular! But he's also, like, famous, so that happens a lot...
[astruc your fixation on this white boy.]
If I'd known she was going to come after me, I bet I could have taken her! But instead she just tried to ambush me and scare me off!
Well, it doesn't help that whenever anything goes wrong, if you get upset about it, there's a supervillain just waiting to akumatize you and turn you into a monster.
It's what people from my world call it when an evil butterfly infests one of your belongings and makes you transform into a supervillain and gives you powers. Because the butterflies are called akuma.
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w3, monday
which puts her into close enough contact with sieghart that ... bam! memshare!
wow, superheroes. who'da thunk?]
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What was with the masks?
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...you saw that, too?
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If we had good luck, I think we'd still be alive right now...
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I don't know if luck had anything to do with . . .
[And then he's cut short by a memory:
The ashen smoke and stench of burnt flesh choke your throat, leaving a rancid aftertaste, as you navigate the burning ruins of your second home. What was once a warm refuge attended by the kind souls of your brothers is now a hellish purgatory with their bodies strewn everywhere like ragdolls. There are so many of them, yet nary a one so much as utters a cry while the fire claims their limbs. Every step you take lands your feet in a puddle of their blood, growing increasingly desperate as you call out their names, hoping against hope for a response.
You cough into your excoriated arm, damaged from a collapsing pillar you passed earlier. How long have you been in here now? If you don't hurry, you may collapse before you can get anyone out.
Your breath hitches when you come upon Graham, crumpled on the ground, with the fire raging all around him. Dropping to your knees, you gather his body in your arms and shield him from the scorching heat, only to find that his chest neither rises nor falls.
"N-no!" Your vision blurs and voice cracks as you give him a shake. "Get up! Wake up! Please!"
But Graham doesn't open his eyes. Your dearest friend, who saved your life when he found you, a lonesome stranger on the verge of death, with nothing but kindness in his eyes and who later accepted your nameless self into the fold as family, is gone.
Everyone is gone. The fire is just meant to bury what's left of them.
Ignoring how the same fire pricks your eyes, chokes your throat, and sears your skin, you hold Graham's corpse close and wail in a terrible combination of grief and rage.
Who could've killed the immortal Highlanders? The question rattles harshly within your mind, piercing the deafening roar of the flames. Whoever it was, you'll kill them. You'll tear them apart. You will get revenge.
If only you hadn't been so careless.
Your chest tightens. Although you scream yourself hoarse, it does nothing for the pain in your heart as you weep at once. You can't breathe. You don't think you can even live with yourself. The grief, the rage, the guilt—they hurt. They hurt so much that you think you may just go mad from it all.
This is your fault. It's your fault—all of it. Your fault. Your fault, yourfault,yourfaultyourfaultYOURFAULT—]
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that's a lot! no wonder he wants revenge! honestly, lila has wanted revenge on people for less intense things than this! when they come out of the memory, she's left reeling from it - her gaze darts up to his face to see how he's handling it.
was the warning about memories popping up meant to get her to go away so he wouldn't have to relive his...?]
Um...
[you okay, bud?]
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. . . Sorry.
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[she reaches over to put a hand on his arm.]
...I should apologize for seeing something like that.
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. . . No. It's this place. We don't get a say in what we see or don't see.
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[...]
...but I'm still sorry you had to go through that.
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[unless he's about to reveal that he went on a murderspree? which. she doesn't think he did?? but i wouldn't put it past jae to be playing from a canon like that.]
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In any case, he'd rather not think about this now.]
I don't want to talk about it.
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[oh look a distraction! we said we were yeeting multiple memories so here goes another one since sieg doesn't want to talk about his.]
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You always get what you want? You wouldn't make a very good diplomat.
[He doesn't say that unkindly.]
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[she says, in a tone of voice that's very much like "that's just how it is, idk why, but it's not my fault"]
But in this case it wasn't exactly like that - I was interested in him, but he asked me out first, and it made that other girl so mad that she came after me to threaten me into breaking up with him because she liked him, too.
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[Which kid, he doesn't specify.]
Instead of a threat, it would've been better if she'd delivered a letter of challenge.
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Yeah, he's pretty popular! But he's also, like, famous, so that happens a lot...
[astruc your fixation on this white boy.]
If I'd known she was going to come after me, I bet I could have taken her! But instead she just tried to ambush me and scare me off!
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[Lila seems like the type of girl who'd have been able to take her on, either way.]
Kids these days sure go all out if you can't even court in peace anymore.
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[SIGHS IN LADYBUG.]
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It's what people from my world call it when an evil butterfly infests one of your belongings and makes you transform into a supervillain and gives you powers. Because the butterflies are called akuma.
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