[ He just takes the comforting gesture because there's no reason to deny it, but he doesn't respond much either. Everything's happened so fast that he's not actually had the time to really process it, and comfort was certainly off the table, too.
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She was everything to me, of course...
[ Beautiful, curious. A light in his dour life. But he does find it difficult to talk about her in the context of the memory he's just shared, that sight still fresh behind his eyes. ]
...Just bad news, one after the other. Can't seem to get a break, no matter where we go.
[Probably good she's not a hugger then. Especially not with men she's just met.]
The world's a fucked up place. There's a lot of nasty stuff waiting around the corner for all of us. [Maybe some people skate by just fine. There are those who get less of an ass-kicking by Lady Luck and turn around to wonder why everyone else seems so pissed off all the time. It's easy for me, why wasn't it for you?] But there's good things in it too. Sounds like she was one-of-a-kind.
[ Him just man-standing between Iwatooshi and Rondo being like DO YOU WANT A HUG at him post-sadness poll. ]
...She was.
[ It's still grief, but it's just slightly softer. Elise... he wonders if he does feel lighter, actually talking about it. She's probably the first person he actually has told.
In his case, it's barely been any time, but for Camille... she said she was sober, at least. ]
I pray you've found some moment of respite after everything.
[Camille eases off on the back patting, though she doesn't let go of his hand.]
My editor, Curry — him and his wife Eileen took me in. Made sure I kept clean, kind of re-parented me. Which is...I know that sounds strange at my age, but um. [She shakes her head.] They've given me everything I needed. I owe them my life.
[She pauses.]
I hope you've got good people around you Daan. Back home and here. It's not impossible to get by without, but a hell of a lot easier with.
[ I know someone really did this. I want to know who wrote the poll because trying to figure out who in this cast would write 'IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A NICE THING YOU FUCKS' in all caps is really sending me.
He snorts. ]
I wouldn't, Ms. Preaker. It's already bad enough these lines are trying to spill things we'd rather keep to ourselves.
[ Let skeletons rest in the closet, rattling but still. He does clear his throat a little awkwardly though, giving her hand one last pat for the road. ]
[ He actually doesn't really consciously go out of his way to be nice, but he really doesn't care to be a dick for no reason either. So, kind it is. He draws his hands back to himself, looking beside at the bucket and leechy waters. ]
...If you'd like, you can keep some rags if you feel like doing some cleaning where you're staying too. Putting away a bit of clutter can change a lot of things.
Oh, uh. Alfyn has us covered I think. He's a doctor too. That's the first thing he did, gather up robes for fodder.
[She's quiet a moment, hands in her back pockets. Running the pros and cons over. She's not given it much thought, considering how stupid or risky it sounds, but maybe having any edge in this place is better than none.]
Hey, so. Want to trade monster facts while we're at it? Since we're holding each other's secrets already.
[ Their little doctor squad... He goes back to wringing out the last cloth, folding it neatly and deftly in the manner of someone who's pretty used to it. ]
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She was everything to me, of course...
[ Beautiful, curious. A light in his dour life. But he does find it difficult to talk about her in the context of the memory he's just shared, that sight still fresh behind his eyes. ]
...Just bad news, one after the other. Can't seem to get a break, no matter where we go.
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The world's a fucked up place. There's a lot of nasty stuff waiting around the corner for all of us. [Maybe some people skate by just fine. There are those who get less of an ass-kicking by Lady Luck and turn around to wonder why everyone else seems so pissed off all the time. It's easy for me, why wasn't it for you?] But there's good things in it too. Sounds like she was one-of-a-kind.
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...She was.
[ It's still grief, but it's just slightly softer. Elise... he wonders if he does feel lighter, actually talking about it. She's probably the first person he actually has told.
In his case, it's barely been any time, but for Camille... she said she was sober, at least. ]
I pray you've found some moment of respite after everything.
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Yeah. Yeah, more or less.
[Camille eases off on the back patting, though she doesn't let go of his hand.]
My editor, Curry — him and his wife Eileen took me in. Made sure I kept clean, kind of re-parented me. Which is...I know that sounds strange at my age, but um. [She shakes her head.] They've given me everything I needed. I owe them my life.
[She pauses.]
I hope you've got good people around you Daan. Back home and here. It's not impossible to get by without, but a hell of a lot easier with.
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Many of you here have been quite kind. Yourself included.
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Yeah, well. Curry always says I'm a soft touch.
[The way he is saying this hours before being voted Saddest Man.]
Don't go spreading that around though. I'd hate for people to see past my stony exterior too quick.
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He snorts. ]
I wouldn't, Ms. Preaker. It's already bad enough these lines are trying to spill things we'd rather keep to ourselves.
[ Let skeletons rest in the closet, rattling but still. He does clear his throat a little awkwardly though, giving her hand one last pat for the road. ]
All good?
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Well thank you for your consideration.
[She smiles. Yeah, they've moped about long enough.]
All good. [She rises, and the writing does begin to dim. Convenient.] And Daan? You're a very kind person too. I hope you know that.
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Don't see the point in trying to be otherwise...
[ He actually doesn't really consciously go out of his way to be nice, but he really doesn't care to be a dick for no reason either. So, kind it is. He draws his hands back to himself, looking beside at the bucket and leechy waters. ]
...If you'd like, you can keep some rags if you feel like doing some cleaning where you're staying too. Putting away a bit of clutter can change a lot of things.
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[She's quiet a moment, hands in her back pockets. Running the pros and cons over. She's not given it much thought, considering how stupid or risky it sounds, but maybe having any edge in this place is better than none.]
Hey, so. Want to trade monster facts while we're at it? Since we're holding each other's secrets already.
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[ Their little doctor squad... He goes back to wringing out the last cloth, folding it neatly and deftly in the manner of someone who's pretty used to it. ]
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Do you plan on trying it? The connection thing.
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But you don't learn anything by twiddling your thumbs on the sidelines, either.
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[ But he sighs. ]
No promises that we'll shake hands if we're matching.
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No need to shake on it, no strings attached. [She smiles, bracing.] I'm a "Changeling". Very fanciful, if creepy.
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"Ditto?" What is that supposed to be?
[Too old for pokemans...]
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"Ditto"? As in "same", maybe?
Like another word for Doppelgänger, maybe.
Can't say I'm familiar, but I'm also not that superstitious.
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Don't feel like that's something I can do, anyway.