[ see, rufus, that wasn't so hard!! Fiora nods, satisfied. ]
... Really, though. Thanks for letting me stay here. And thanks for watching my back earlier during the fight, too. [ she actually didn't mean to come in here and start nagging him immediately... ] Do you think we'll make it this time?
Yeah. There is still a lot of distortion outside, though. It's creepy out there.
[ when she's inside, she can nearly forget about it - but it reminds her of when she was little, too, hiding in Dunban's room with him during a thunderstorm. There's an ominous sense of impending something that's hard to shake. With her drones removed, she gets up to go sit on the (non-Rufus-occupied) bed. ]
[ she silently regards his back for a few seconds more, then turns her gaze back to the nondescript ceiling. She can only imagine what he's talking about - what that man made him do. She won't ask. ]
Mm... I guess I can't really imagine it, either. Especially if you were all alone.
[Even if he's trapped here for an eternity or erased alongside the Realm, his brother will kill that man in his stead. He doesn't like the possibility, but this is still an acceptable consolation prize.]
Well... I think it would be nice if you got to see your wish fulfilled. You deserve another shot at life, too.
[ if she got one, then why not Rufus? he never died, but his existence been sucked into this void of debt and misery - and, as old as he is now, she feels like that's got to count for at least one Fiora lifetime. ]
... I guess that's the problem, isn't it? This is going to be a long night.
[ Fiora sighs, staring up at the ceiling. Her body is tired and aching, as usual, but her mind is racing. While Rufus goes to change, she wills herself to calm, but her thoughts wander, and she can feel every uncomfortable edge of her new body where it meets the old one. She'll still be awake when he returns, though she's rolled over. ]
[He doesn't take long to exit the bathroom and pad over to the bed he's prepared, glancing at Fiora's back as he does. Wordlessly, he slides under the covers to rest on his back.
The lights are dim, and Rufus leaves them that way unless Fiora would prefer to think in the dark.]
[ she's silent for a few more moments. but there's something else weighing on her mind, too. her voice pipes up from her side of the room, though she doesn't roll over to face him or anything. ]
[ she listens to the things he says - and that one really hurt. It feels more pressing than before, now, having been so keenly reminded of her own mortality. ]
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[ see, rufus, that wasn't so hard!! Fiora nods, satisfied. ]
... Really, though. Thanks for letting me stay here. And thanks for watching my back earlier during the fight, too. [ she actually didn't mean to come in here and start nagging him immediately... ] Do you think we'll make it this time?
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[ when she's inside, she can nearly forget about it - but it reminds her of when she was little, too, hiding in Dunban's room with him during a thunderstorm. There's an ominous sense of impending something that's hard to shake. With her drones removed, she gets up to go sit on the (non-Rufus-occupied) bed. ]
... Well, whatever happens, I'm ready for it.
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There's nothing else to be done tonight. You should rest while there's time.
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[ there's a lot to think about. Fiora sighs, flopping back on the bed. She is tired, though... ]
Are you worried?
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[ glancing over his way. his ability to completely kill his feelings would be impressive if it wasn't depressing. ]
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[ a beat. ]
... Don't you feel like screaming?
[ he'd said he was young, too, after all... ]
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[Not over this sort of thing. He's very quiet by nature.]
. . . Even when I dirtied my hands for him, I didn't scream.
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[ she silently regards his back for a few seconds more, then turns her gaze back to the nondescript ceiling. She can only imagine what he's talking about - what that man made him do. She won't ask. ]
Mm... I guess I can't really imagine it, either. Especially if you were all alone.
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Regardless of what happens tomorrow, Tristan will die.
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And that's what really matters?
[ won't his mom die, too? and his brother, whom she never asked about...? ]
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[Even if he's trapped here for an eternity or erased alongside the Realm, his brother will kill that man in his stead. He doesn't like the possibility, but this is still an acceptable consolation prize.]
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[ if she got one, then why not Rufus? he never died, but his existence been sucked into this void of debt and misery - and, as old as he is now, she feels like that's got to count for at least one Fiora lifetime. ]
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Before that, there's tonight.
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[ Fiora sighs, staring up at the ceiling. Her body is tired and aching, as usual, but her mind is racing. While Rufus goes to change, she wills herself to calm, but her thoughts wander, and she can feel every uncomfortable edge of her new body where it meets the old one. She'll still be awake when he returns, though she's rolled over. ]
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The lights are dim, and Rufus leaves them that way unless Fiora would prefer to think in the dark.]
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... Rufus?
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What is it?
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[ her fingers fiddle with the chain of the locket he gave her the day before, nervous. ]
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[ she listens to the things he says - and that one really hurt. It feels more pressing than before, now, having been so keenly reminded of her own mortality. ]
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