Lavi

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this time there are no otome points only deep concern

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That doesn't mean I don't get to ask.

[One person's pain doesn't negate another's. And speaking frankly, she could do with hearing from someone who has experience. Resurrection isn't in the list of covered topics by any Chicago therapist.]

An accident? [A brutal one. Falling is a number one primal fear for a reason.] How did they bring you back?

[Then she's cowed by the stray thought.]

...Rondo held onto me. [As far as she can remember. It feels important to clarify.] They didn't leave. Not until after.

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[He doesn't say 'that's good' or 'i'm glad', not when Camille had to die in the first place. He knows there are so many different ways to make a death less painful, merciful, fair -- and he knows that too many people use them to justify the death in the first place, or defend themselves from that decision. It's not something he'll hold against those who do need it or use it -- and he knows it's not his place to judge either.

He hadn't been there. What does he really know?]

It was more like a trap. The people who tossed us in knew that the whole place was gonna come down, and we knew that too.

What they didn't know was that Allen could control that place too, enough that it got all fixed up again.

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[Well. Much thanks to Allen, then.

The logistics are beyond her. Less the point than the effect he's suffered. He is so good at putting on faces. A sweeter bravado than the boys of Wind Gap, but bravado nonetheless.]

And how did you feel? Coming out of it?

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[he looks at her like he knows what she's trying to do, but he doesn't mind it, so he looks back across the lake.]

I was glad to be alive. ...Really glad.

And then I got angry. Mad that I was forced to play a stupid game, and that I could have died for real. That I wasn't strong enough to find a way to survive.