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[crimeson]

Who: ZRAEL and... visitors?
Where: ZRAEL
When: 243 morningish

[it's a wonderful day in hell and you are a terrible-- wait, has that door... ALWAYS been there?]

Comments

[hissterics]

[ A little darkly: ]

Sounds like your idea of "causing problems" on this unit is pretty different from mine.

[stakesthesame]

... yeah?

[hissterics]

You never ran off to murder someone during a bad game. Killed yourself to spite someone on the team.

Promised people on the team you'd do anything to make them suffer.

[stakesthesame]

...

I'm not like her.

[hissterics]

Exactly.

[ Her tail lashes once before curling close to herself again. ]

So if they can excuse and enable all that, they can put up with whatever it is you feel like doing.

[stakesthesame]

...

I'm sorry.

[hissterics]

Why? About what?

You didn't do anything.

[stakesthesame]

For not doing anything.

[ quiet for a moment, grimacing. ]

I don't-- know how or why, but she... liked me? And I'm... I've never been good at... being... objective.

... tried, though. And I didn't know she said those things to you.

[hissterics]

Yeah, well, no one else did anything either. Pretty sure Manny just coddled her and patched her up after I scratched her eye, but nobody bothered to say anything to her after she killed herself to--

[ She breaks off abruptly, fists clenching a bit. ]

. . . Anyway. Zrael didn't care what she did to me, so I just stayed away, most of the time. It worked fine for everyone.

[stakesthesame]

[ curls up a bit tighter ]

I care. If I'd known, I would have-- done something, I dunno...

[hissterics]

[ Would she have?

Has anyone ever come to Sabre's defense when it could have put them out with someone they were invested in their position with?

No. ]

. . .

Whatever. It doesn't matter now. She's gone and she's not coming back.

[stakesthesame]

[ i literally made god beg forgiveness on her knees in hss how invested in my position with her could i possibly be ]

... yeah. Yeah.

[hissterics]

[ She falls silent for long enough that it probably seems like the conversation is over, the tip of her tail thumping unhappily against the floor.

Eventually, though: ]

You can't leave.

[stakesthesame]

M'not leaving.

[ mumbled, voice thick. ]

Just... just gotta not... be around, as much. For a little while.

[hissterics]

That's basically the same thing as leaving!

[stakesthesame]

M'still gonna come home to sleep. Just-- for a few days.

... just wanna make sure I don't junk up anybody's friendships or whatever for a few days. Let things calm down, let the new guy get settled.

[hissterics]

[ Another long moment of silence, and then she slumps a little. ]

. . . Fine.

[stakesthesame]

[ quiet for a long moment. ]

... you'll still-- hang out when I'm home, right?

[hissterics]

. . . Idiot.

Of course I will.

[stakesthesame]

[ no response.

but maybe that's because there's eventually just a little hiccuping noise, as she buries her face into her arms. ]

1/2

[hissterics]

[ oh shit ]

[hissterics]

[ She stands from her blanket pile and creeps over to her, awkwardly. ]

Hey . . .

[stakesthesame]

[ -- sucks in a breath, uncurling to furiously rub her eyes. ]

Sorry. It's fine.

[hissterics]

[ It's really not fine.

She wordlessly takes a seat next to Req, shoulders touching, and pulls her knees up to her chest, tail wrapping around both of them. ]

[stakesthesame]

[ ...

after a second or two she just curls up against her side, loosely draping that wing over her. ]