[ there's just an exhaled laugh, like the kind a person gives when they are having trouble knowing how to appropriately respond. ]
Yeah, this felt pretty personal. On both sides, actually, but I've never really spoken to Uruha. [ lucas is a different story. ] It's just... pretty messed up knowing he might've gone out still thinking this had to happen. That he was saving them? This must've felt like an even bigger punishment than he was prepared for and...
It's just-- fucked up. Especially turning his sister against him the way it did. Whether or not he died still thinking he did what he had to do, dying after hearing her say that...
[her grip on their hands tightens enough to make her wince and let go. she forgot her fucking arm injuries.]
Yeah. [ this time, the "yeah" is heavy, a sort of dark emotion that betrays their anger at this situation playing with people like this but also the despair of how it must have felt. ] He loves her more than anything, so to use her as further ammo was just... bad.
[ they notice the wince though and they seem to snap out of whatever, adjusting their hands to try and cradle hers instead. ]
Easy... you really shouldn't be using your arms much while they're healing.
I'm really getting sick of this "oh I've had worse" crap all of you pull on me. It's fine to say this sucks, or that it hurts, or that it's deeper than physical injuries. [ thanks. ] ... should I ask about this most recent trip, or no?
Better. [ hah. but they grip her hands a little more firmly (not enough to hurt) before nodding toward one of the booths in the bar. ] I'm not saying it has to be a bed, but we could sit down for a bit. It's Sunday, and as far as I know nobody's going to commit more murders today.
[ still not entirely over last week, as it turns out. ]
You don't think explaining it anyway might make sense to somebody else?
[sorry, she has to joke, she'll explode otherwise. but fine, they can go sit; she tugs at their hands a bit, heading that way. c'mon.]
And unless being somewhere that someone can literally shoot bullets through a phone makes sense to you? I don't think explaining that half of things will help.
Well-- the place we started out? It was all like that. Just total nonsense, you know? Except it felt like we belonged there, so it all made sense to us at the time!
... and then Saber and I ended up where Jiaoqiu's from. Again. I don't know what the hell is with people getting thrown there.
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Yeah, this felt pretty personal. On both sides, actually, but I've never really spoken to Uruha. [ lucas is a different story. ] It's just... pretty messed up knowing he might've gone out still thinking this had to happen. That he was saving them? This must've felt like an even bigger punishment than he was prepared for and...
[ ... never mind they just stop talking. ]
Yeah.
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[her grip on their hands tightens enough to make her wince and let go. she forgot her fucking arm injuries.]
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[ they notice the wince though and they seem to snap out of whatever, adjusting their hands to try and cradle hers instead. ]
Easy... you really shouldn't be using your arms much while they're healing.
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[fuck this. god. it's all awful.
she lets them cradle her hands, though, exhaling a huff.]
...I'm fine. I mean, not fine, but I've pushed through worse than this.
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[she HATES being injured.]
...you can ask, if you want. Half of it I'm not talking about, but I'll tell you now it's because none of that part made a single bit of sense.
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[ still not entirely over last week, as it turns out. ]
You don't think explaining it anyway might make sense to somebody else?
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[sorry, she has to joke, she'll explode otherwise. but fine, they can go sit; she tugs at their hands a bit, heading that way. c'mon.]
And unless being somewhere that someone can literally shoot bullets through a phone makes sense to you? I don't think explaining that half of things will help.
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A phone like. A cell phone? What kind of bullets are we walking here? [ even if it doesn't make sense they are now curious. ]
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[SO, YOU KNOW.
she's taking a seat.]
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Okay. You got me there. That was weirder than I anticipated. But it's not like these trips have all made sense anyway. Start from the beginning then?
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... and then Saber and I ended up where Jiaoqiu's from. Again. I don't know what the hell is with people getting thrown there.
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Why was it his again? Didn't the group who disappeared the first time go there? What's with the repeat? Does Jiao know?