[ knocking without saying anything... daring. Fiora's a bit wary - at least, it appears that way, given by how she slowly cracks the door open - but when she sees it's Ange, she relaxes, putting on a smile and opening the door fully. ]
Oh, Ange! Did you need me for something?
[ though she's upbeat, it's very obvious that she's exhausted just from her face; she's just pushing through it. ]
Not at all. I'm just sitting around waiting to fall asleep, really, but there's a lot on my mind.
[ her hand is cold, but her grip is gentle! she guides Ange over to a relatively flat stump that she and Izumo use interchangeably as a table or a chair, depending on the situation - right now, there's nothing on it, so it's a chair. ]
... I understand. I feel as though with every week that passes, I am even more... confused. And overwhelmed.
[:(]
But Miss Fiora... I wanted to say that I was really impressed with what you decided to do. Even if some people didn't agree... I think taking a stand was very brave.
I never really spoke to him, but he didn't seem bad. Maybe there's some truth to that "nova fracturing" business... Or maybe he just forgot so much that he didn't have a reason to be kind anymore.
[ a sympathetic look - not that Ange can see it. Hopefully, she'll hear it in her voice... ]
I know. Honestly speaking... I'm really scared of it, too. It already feels like I'm missing things, but I have no way of knowing what they are. [ she knits her fingers together with a small clink. ] We just have to remember that this isn't where we belong. As long as we have that, we can keep fighting.
"This isn't where we belong"... yes, you are right. No matter what, we cannot lose sight of what we need to return to.
[Ange takes a deep breath.]
I still... believe that we will be all right. I think I just... have to hold onto that. But I wish... I wish we could at least be sure of everything we have forgotten.
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week 3, saturday
Ange is here, knocking on your room door quietly.
She looks pretty downcast, but determined too.
Knock knock.]
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Oh, Ange! Did you need me for something?
[ though she's upbeat, it's very obvious that she's exhausted just from her face; she's just pushing through it. ]
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... Do you mind if we talk for a bit? It isn't anything serious, but, um... I wanted to see you.
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Sure. Um, watch your step - there's some roots right in the doorway, and they already tripped me enough this week. Here, take my hand.
[ she's holding it out towards her, hoping it'll be easy enough to find even without eyesight. ]
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[Ange will take that hand, thus forestalling any falling on her face.
What a blessing.]
Thank you, Miss Fiora. I hope I am not disturbing you...
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[ her hand is cold, but her grip is gentle! she guides Ange over to a relatively flat stump that she and Izumo use interchangeably as a table or a chair, depending on the situation - right now, there's nothing on it, so it's a chair. ]
How are you feeling?
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VISION COME BACK...]
I am... I suppose I am processing... But I wanted to ask you that, actually. It was, um... everything was a lot today.
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It sure was. But... it's like this every week. I'd like to say I'm getting used to it, but I think I'm more getting fed up with it.
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[:(]
But Miss Fiora... I wanted to say that I was really impressed with what you decided to do. Even if some people didn't agree... I think taking a stand was very brave.
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[ she scratches her cheek. ]
Thanks. I don't know... I just couldn't be part of hurting Emet-Selch like that. He didn't deserve it. Not that any of them have truly deserved it.
[ other than Shima, maybe. She still doesn't entirely understand what happened there. ]
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[She looks a little pained.]
This is... so difficult. Mister Shiro was so kind too, so I do not understand...
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I never really spoke to him, but he didn't seem bad. Maybe there's some truth to that "nova fracturing" business... Or maybe he just forgot so much that he didn't have a reason to be kind anymore.
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I am so afraid of that, in truth. I cannot even be sure of how much I've forgotten at this point, and that is... it is frightening.
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I know. Honestly speaking... I'm really scared of it, too. It already feels like I'm missing things, but I have no way of knowing what they are. [ she knits her fingers together with a small clink. ] We just have to remember that this isn't where we belong. As long as we have that, we can keep fighting.
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[Ange takes a deep breath.]
I still... believe that we will be all right. I think I just... have to hold onto that. But I wish... I wish we could at least be sure of everything we have forgotten.
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