[yeah she is not surprised. she sets down the little plate she's carrying on his desk and just leaves it there, as she goes to take a seat on the bed again.]
You know, I don't think I've ever outright asked you your thoughts on all this. The deaths, the-- school traditions we keep being forced into as a result.
But I mean more along the lines of- how do I put this.
[she pauses, there, just sort of thinking for a few moments.]
I know you don't intend to be particularly close to any of us, and that you prefer to keep your distance emotionally, but I still wonder-- well, how you're taking all of it. Watching people die like this, every week.
[she doesn't really expect much of an answer to it, so that's all she really has to say on the matter-
but memshare has other plans, also, and during that little stretch of quiet chad gets a memory of hers. i'm going to spare both of us me re-typing this all up so jan just do a ctrl+f on "This is the Planar System" and then it ends on "Lucretia, I promise you, I swear, on my life and my second life – this is gonna work. We’re nearly done, okay?" "Okay."]
You stand before a giant crystal, inside which the silhouette of the god can be seen. From two points behind you, beams of light pierce through it.
This is only the starting point, though. You raise your hand and channel your energy into the crystal—at which point it cracks. It's working. You pour all of your magic into it, and in return, the god's own lashes back. Energy whips at you, tearing at you on the outside like a harsh wind; and inside, it feels as though something is ripping you apart from within.
You can taste blood in your mouth, rising from your throat.
"Tch..."
But you endure. You have to, until the final moment.
"Hugo!"
She calls, from behind you.
You haven't felt a hint of hesitation all this time, and you still do not. You're not afraid. However, a pang of sorrow hits you—a lamentation that there's still one person left who'd grieve for you.
There's nothing to be done about it now, though. As blood spills from your lips, your vision fades, and the last of your energy is spent, you hear the crystal shatter—
[... it's difficult to experience. she hasn't died as much as some of her friends, but she's had a few at the least, and it's-- that never gets easier. not even knowing you come back. going through what feels like someone else's, especially when it's in this way...
she's left stunned, for a few moments.]
You're-? Wait, were you-- you did see it, didn't you?
[...god. sure, the theory's been floated, but she's seen how this works once or twice before meeting with him and it definitely shouldn't be someone else's. if they really don't recognize their own...
pushing won't help, she knows that much. it's not her first experience with this sort of thing. so she just rests a hand on his shoulder, briefly.]
I'd just-- keep it in mind. I'm sure there's some reason behind that.
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[she means she wants to talk? he opened himself up to this with their last conversation, okay.]
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he doesn't know how to handle her not being here on business.]
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[we never established it and honestly it's funnier this way]
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he sighs and steps back to let her in.
his room is no less messy than the last time she saw it.]
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You know, I don't think I've ever outright asked you your thoughts on all this. The deaths, the-- school traditions we keep being forced into as a result.
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... The traditions are a farce and should be torn down. As for the deaths, it's hard to say when we don't know what's going on.
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[absolutely fuck those.]
But I mean more along the lines of- how do I put this.
[she pauses, there, just sort of thinking for a few moments.]
I know you don't intend to be particularly close to any of us, and that you prefer to keep your distance emotionally, but I still wonder-- well, how you're taking all of it. Watching people die like this, every week.
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Whatever my feelings on it, it just means I need to figure out a solution.
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[she doesn't really expect much of an answer to it, so that's all she really has to say on the matter-
but memshare has other plans, also, and during that little stretch of quiet chad gets a memory of hers. i'm going to spare both of us me re-typing this all up so jan just do a ctrl+f on "This is the Planar System" and then it ends on "Lucretia, I promise you, I swear, on my life and my second life – this is gonna work. We’re nearly done, okay?" "Okay."]
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chad freezes, taking a few moments once the memory ends to reorient himself.]
What was...?
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[fuck. she exhales a sigh, head in one of her hands. of all the things...
but she supposes it explains why her very first thought here was her barrier.]
It's... a plan that didn't work, in practice. Not exactly. Not in a way that was acceptable.
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Yours, or...?
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So I'm enacting my plan.
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[but then—there's another memory.
You stand before a giant crystal, inside which the silhouette of the god can be seen. From two points behind you, beams of light pierce through it.
This is only the starting point, though. You raise your hand and channel your energy into the crystal—at which point it cracks. It's working. You pour all of your magic into it, and in return, the god's own lashes back. Energy whips at you, tearing at you on the outside like a harsh wind; and inside, it feels as though something is ripping you apart from within.
You can taste blood in your mouth, rising from your throat.
"Tch..."
But you endure. You have to, until the final moment.
"Hugo!"
She calls, from behind you.
You haven't felt a hint of hesitation all this time, and you still do not. You're not afraid. However, a pang of sorrow hits you—a lamentation that there's still one person left who'd grieve for you.
There's nothing to be done about it now, though. As blood spills from your lips, your vision fades, and the last of your energy is spent, you hear the crystal shatter—
You succeeded. This world will change.
But with that, you are gone.]
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she's left stunned, for a few moments.]
You're-? Wait, were you-- you did see it, didn't you?
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I... What? That wasn't mine, so whose—?
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pushing won't help, she knows that much. it's not her first experience with this sort of thing. so she just rests a hand on his shoulder, briefly.]
I'd just-- keep it in mind. I'm sure there's some reason behind that.
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... If you say so.
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I do. It's just something else we're going to figure out.
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All right, if you want.