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[vitainmorte]

Hello, this is Cypress. If you leave me a message I will get back to you as quickly as possible.

Thank you, have a good day.

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Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

You have to stop me from destroying Dusk's kingdom, don't you?

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

I-- yes, but...

... I-I don't... want to have to hurt you. I don't want to be alone, in a strange place, with nobody.

1/5 sorry

[mourningson]

[it's about now that he realizes

he doesn't want that—for either himself or her]

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[what's the point of going back to his world only to be hindered from doing the Only Thing he wants anyway

and why isn't that as compelling anymore]

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[





wait does this mean he wants more out of life now]

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[THIS IS CONFUSING AND BAD, runs his hand through his bangs with a frustrated huff]

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[then stiffly drags his hand down his face]

What worse is it than dying alone in your world?

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

... dying righteously protecting others, for my Lord and God above, is different.

[ quiet, for a long moment. ]

I would-- ... like... to be with you. For as long as I can.

[ which feels like an admittance of something terribly, shamefully selfish, that she has no right feeling and does not deserve.

and yet. ]

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[he hates that]

If it'd only be for what I assume to be a short while, I would be the one left alone in a strange place with nobody, wouldn't I?

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

[ freezes up again, shoulders tight, before managing to squeeze out: ]

N-no. No, I'm-- I'm saying... ...

[ ... but she weakly trails off again, shivering. ]

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[stands up to go over to his closet]

What are you saying?

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

...

I'd... like to try to-- to stay together. As long as possible.

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[pulls one of his overcoats out of his closet to drape over her shoulders, even if she's not actually cold]

...until we have to part ways?

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

[ ... oh

blinks up at him, her eyes slightly damp. ]

Y-yes.

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

...what if I didn't want to part ways?

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

[ her eyes start to well up, and she huddles into his coat to hide her face. ]

I don't know-- I don't know, I-I can't-- it's too much, to think about. I-I don't know what... I'm supposed to do, if I don't die.

I-I want... to be with you. However l-long.

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[he kneels by her chair instead of returning to the edge of the bed]

Let's strike a deal, Cypress.

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

[ takes a shuddering breath, lifting her head to look at him. ]

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

I'll set aside my goal to destroy Halation if you forgo that imminent death of yours.

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

[ her eyes widen ]

... I-- I don't know if I'm able to just-- decide not to.

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

You'll have to explain why exactly that is.

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

I don't... have the information. I don't know! I don't remember. I just... remember I'm supposed to.

I don't know if it's... if I just have to choose to, o-or maybe I'm-- sick? Or...

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

And because of this, you will not think of the future at all?

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[vitainmorte]

If... if I try to-- think of things like that...

[ she pauses, and sets a hand over her chest. ]

... my chest hurts, and my head hurts, and I feel... sick. Things like... after this place, and getting old... it's terrifying.

Re: day 353, morning after the game

[mourningson]

[he doesn't say anything

he stands up, and sits on the edge of the bed]