[it's a little like a prison sentence, honestly. she's not sure she has the ability to pull herself up to dance, not when she's done what she did. not when she's losing daan, too.
silence.]
Would you hate me if I didn't want to try anymore?
Even if it's in a dim alleyway with broken glass and darkened lights. Even when it's on the eve of a blood festival. The final hour is the best time to enjoy yourself, have a last dance. Change up the mood a bit before you go.
... Do you think they're going to make me do another? [she asks, absently.] They'll just let me? Because they want me here. Or d'you think they're going to feed me to the spiders too?
I'm sure you won't say that when it hits. All it takes is just a moment to shift your perspective and your entire world, even for a short moment. And isn't that what some of us live for? The fleeting moments of joy, especially when you're denied happiness.
Doubt they'll offer. They've got me here because I'm attached. [...] Will you take care of yourself on the other side? Let flower girl be sweet to you.
[ He puts his hand on the barrier, quiet and silent. His face knits together into a bare semblance of what everybody had been seeing for the last month.
To think there's more after this is a nightmare. But he doesn't say that out loud. ]
[her own features are mostly back to normal - all that's left are the horns.
she knows, though. that he's tired. she is too. she gets it. he puts his hand up, and she slides her own still-bloody one up to rest on the barrier, too. up against his, the barriers in the way.]
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And I do so love to see that, if nothing else.
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silence.]
Would you hate me if I didn't want to try anymore?
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It'd break my heart, love, but like I told you before.
I'll always be there in the lowest pits if you choose to give in and descend.
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Might be nice. [she says, almost dreamily. she closes her eyes.] It'd be so relaxing. Maybe I will.
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... Do you think they're going to make me do another? [she asks, absently.] They'll just let me? Because they want me here. Or d'you think they're going to feed me to the spiders too?
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Maybe you can give yourself a happy dream, sleep off this little nightmare.
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[she murmurs.]
But I don't really want it. The miracle.
[...]
Gale said he didn't want to let me go.
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That's what I was trying for. [but the fight's drained out of her, right now, so.] Isn't as if I've got a choice now. That got stolen too.
[my heart, it was mine, it was from mum, it was mine.]
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Too bad nobody is going to want to strike a deal with me now. Probably.
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[a little smile.]
Doubt they'll offer. They've got me here because I'm attached. [...] Will you take care of yourself on the other side? Let flower girl be sweet to you.
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[ He just sighs, vaguely. ]
You think it's real?
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[softer.]
Yeah. I think it's real. And if it is, send me a letter.
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To think there's more after this is a nightmare. But he doesn't say that out loud. ]
Only if you'll be there to read it.
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she knows, though. that he's tired. she is too. she gets it. he puts his hand up, and she slides her own still-bloody one up to rest on the barrier, too. up against his, the barriers in the way.]
I'll try. [...] I'll try, Daan.
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... I still want you to get to open that bar. Do anything at all, after all this.
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You think I can live in human society again after this?...
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I'm fucked up, Karlach. Ever since Prehevil. This week was a long-time coming.
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... You should come back with me. To Faerun.
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Don't know if that's even going to be possible.
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