[Truly, she doesn't think there's a form of death that doesn't. Old age is preceded by decay. Heads live after being cut, gunshots don't always hit the right spot.
She's afraid. Her lips purse and she tilts her head, looking up at him from lowered vantage.]
Haven't you been through enough? Everything falls on your shoulders. Every time. Just this once, can't we find some way out of it?
[ every day, wracked by the ravages of the orb slowly rotting him from the inside - this past week has been terrible, but he's been free from that at least, and there is something to be grateful for in that.
he pauses in what he's doing to look back over at her, shoulders set. ]
I have spent a great deal of my time here trying to find some way out. For you, for Mathis, for Karlach, for Robin, for myself. I won't argue that I am relishing some opportunity to die - indeed, I am somewhat dreading it. And there is a large part of me that wishes I could have seen it through to the end. There are events in life we embrace, and events in life that we brace against.
[ it's all ... messy and awful and sad. there probably are ways to live, but it would involve a trading of places. the luigi board still remains in the swamp after all. But decisions have been made, votes cast. ]
I will go where I am needed most, whether that is the other side or here.
...Was Mathis the one you'd thought to set me up with?
[It got resolved on its own, he'd said. Now unresolved, with Ashlyn gone. Camille blows out a breath, ducks her head. Lets the hair fall over her in a sheet for a moment.]
There's...so little you've done for yourself. And so much you've done for everyone else. Maybe it hasn't all worked out perfect, but it's plain to see. How much you mean to the people here. Even beyond what you can or cannot do to save them.
[Then there's a laugh. She rights herself, tossing her hair out of the way. Her eye is getting a little red, watery.]
Maybe I'm getting overly sentimental. It's not like any of us have much longer, is it?
No, that was Geto. He was Karlach's partner, until her death, and I was tasked with helping him find a new partner.
Mathis was partnered with Iwatooshi, weeks ago, and Ashlyn had recently offered to partner with me, so I knew she was available, so to speak.
[ putting a hand over his chest, where the mark used to be, now faded and white like an old scar. ]
I have at least gotten my life back in some ways. I do not intend to leave it here to rot, nor should you. I think perhaps, foolishly, everything will work out and all will be well?
Ah. [Well. With all the weeks gone by, there's a lot to have regrets about. She would have jumped to help either boy in a heartbeat. It just turned out Lavi needed her, too. His former partner being Kate only cemented the urge to do something about it.
Her gaze draws to the site of the old mark. Then flicks to his face. No longer veined in indigo, a poisonous threat. It still doesn't seem fair. He knocked out one impossible problem only to step on a rake right after.]
...I think we can manage a decent finish. Maybe there's a way to squeeze out of whatever this afterlife is back to our homes, too. It's more physical than anything I was raised to expect. [If you ignored the apparitions on Wednesday, you could count on the Thursday excursions to assuage your fears. Maybe it instilled a host of new ones, but seeing Iwatooshi and Nina in sound mind and body had done a great deal to boost her faith.] I don't think we'll rot. I'm scared, for what the cult might try to do to fight back.
But I trust our people. They're made of stronger stuff than most.
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[Truly, she doesn't think there's a form of death that doesn't. Old age is preceded by decay. Heads live after being cut, gunshots don't always hit the right spot.
She's afraid. Her lips purse and she tilts her head, looking up at him from lowered vantage.]
Haven't you been through enough? Everything falls on your shoulders. Every time. Just this once, can't we find some way out of it?
You deserve to live, Gale.
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[ every day, wracked by the ravages of the orb slowly rotting him from the inside - this past week has been terrible, but he's been free from that at least, and there is something to be grateful for in that.
he pauses in what he's doing to look back over at her, shoulders set. ]
I have spent a great deal of my time here trying to find some way out. For you, for Mathis, for Karlach, for Robin, for myself. I won't argue that I am relishing some opportunity to die - indeed, I am somewhat dreading it. And there is a large part of me that wishes I could have seen it through to the end. There are events in life we embrace, and events in life that we brace against.
[ it's all ... messy and awful and sad. there probably are ways to live, but it would involve a trading of places. the luigi board still remains in the swamp after all. But decisions have been made, votes cast. ]
I will go where I am needed most, whether that is the other side or here.
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[It got resolved on its own, he'd said. Now unresolved, with Ashlyn gone. Camille blows out a breath, ducks her head. Lets the hair fall over her in a sheet for a moment.]
There's...so little you've done for yourself. And so much you've done for everyone else. Maybe it hasn't all worked out perfect, but it's plain to see. How much you mean to the people here. Even beyond what you can or cannot do to save them.
[Then there's a laugh. She rights herself, tossing her hair out of the way. Her eye is getting a little red, watery.]
Maybe I'm getting overly sentimental. It's not like any of us have much longer, is it?
And you'll be with good people. In good hands.
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Mathis was partnered with Iwatooshi, weeks ago, and Ashlyn had recently offered to partner with me, so I knew she was available, so to speak.
[ putting a hand over his chest, where the mark used to be, now faded and white like an old scar. ]
I have at least gotten my life back in some ways. I do not intend to leave it here to rot, nor should you. I think perhaps, foolishly, everything will work out and all will be well?
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Her gaze draws to the site of the old mark. Then flicks to his face. No longer veined in indigo, a poisonous threat. It still doesn't seem fair. He knocked out one impossible problem only to step on a rake right after.]
...I think we can manage a decent finish. Maybe there's a way to squeeze out of whatever this afterlife is back to our homes, too. It's more physical than anything I was raised to expect. [If you ignored the apparitions on Wednesday, you could count on the Thursday excursions to assuage your fears. Maybe it instilled a host of new ones, but seeing Iwatooshi and Nina in sound mind and body had done a great deal to boost her faith.] I don't think we'll rot. I'm scared, for what the cult might try to do to fight back.
But I trust our people. They're made of stronger stuff than most.