[She's still laying down, even if there's no need for it. She's conscious and no damage has been done, really. The cut on her shoulder was already scarred over from Diluc's heal gun, and now it's disappeared completely into the ink of her tattoo. Modern medicine is such a miracle.
Her head turns slowly to face him. She looks utterly drained.]
Fine feels subjective, but...that's good, I think. Better than earlier at least. [ but there's still a soft frown of thought. ] Thinking a little more clearly now?
[ she's right, he would in fact call her out anyway and he appreciates her honesty right now more than her kindness. ]
...yeah. That happens with this, from what I understand. [ and there's sympathy in his tone because, well...who likes being forced into a role they didn't want to play to begin with? ] Are you alright if I ask what happened that night...?
Of course it matters. [ but he doesn't elaborate on that. rather, he's just sitting and waiting, nodding at the thanks. ]
...the beginning's probably good. You set up a snare, didn't you? When? Was it always meant for Diluc? [ i.e. was she already angry with him before he woke up... ]
We were the only ones who didn't fall over asleep. So. Either someone was coming for us, or it was... [Obviously. At the time she hadn't guessed herself.] We thought maybe we should go to the armoury. And as we were walking to the tram and I didn't see anyone else or hear any signs of life except the two of us, I just thought, well, he's twice my size. If he turned on me I wouldn't stand a chance.
And I'd been sure something would happen this week. I'm too weak, and I don't understand anything that's going on, and I'm no use to anyone here. And it's so infuriating. I'd be the easiest to pick off and now I was certainly going to be. And I couldn't...it enraged me.
When we got to the tram I pushed him at the last moment and took it myself. I had to get a head start. To set up a trap, and to arm myself. I'd never make it if he got a weapon first. If he got within five feet of me I'd be dead for sure. And I refuse to let anyone take my life from me. I've worked too hard to keep it Shoma, it doesn't belong to anyone else but me. No one.
no never (but i'm good if you want to handwave the rest kabby to free yourself!!)
[ oh neat, it manifested as paranoia. great. he's loving that. but he doesn't interrupt her as she speaks because that's also kind of horrifically sad to think this all started just because she was scared and then grew angry that she was scared, basically. or at least that's how he sees it. ]
...it makes sense. We all know what Thursday nights mean by now. And if you hadn't thought it'd be you, of course you'd suspect the other person. But...something else caught you instead and drove you ahead to keep yourself alive.
[ the will to live. everyone who has been affected has something they so desperately want, and rosamund's will to survive and live her life must have been just enough. ]
...waiting until the morning probably felt too long, didn't it?
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Her head turns slowly to face him. She looks utterly drained.]
You didn't have to do that.
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...how're you feeling now? [ she looks exhausted, and he can't think that she feels good at all after everything, but it's worth asking. ]
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Tell me about it.
[Who is living a life they actually want to live?]
...I don't feel good. But I don't feel in pain. So I'm fine.
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...No.
[But he'd call her out anyway.]
I don't feel much like myself at all anymore, Shoma.
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...yeah. That happens with this, from what I understand. [ and there's sympathy in his tone because, well...who likes being forced into a role they didn't want to play to begin with? ] Are you alright if I ask what happened that night...?
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[The deed is done. She can't go back and wrest Diluc from death's clutches. Wouldn't want to.
The rise is slow but she does lift into a sit. She stays buttressed on one arm as she takes a short sip of the tea.]
It's lovely. Thank you. [And now with manners accounted for.] Where do you want me to start?
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...the beginning's probably good. You set up a snare, didn't you? When? Was it always meant for Diluc? [ i.e. was she already angry with him before he woke up... ]
you can ignore this i'm all over the dang place
[She winces.]
We were the only ones who didn't fall over asleep. So. Either someone was coming for us, or it was... [Obviously. At the time she hadn't guessed herself.] We thought maybe we should go to the armoury. And as we were walking to the tram and I didn't see anyone else or hear any signs of life except the two of us, I just thought, well, he's twice my size. If he turned on me I wouldn't stand a chance.
And I'd been sure something would happen this week. I'm too weak, and I don't understand anything that's going on, and I'm no use to anyone here. And it's so infuriating. I'd be the easiest to pick off and now I was certainly going to be. And I couldn't...it enraged me.
When we got to the tram I pushed him at the last moment and took it myself. I had to get a head start. To set up a trap, and to arm myself. I'd never make it if he got a weapon first. If he got within five feet of me I'd be dead for sure. And I refuse to let anyone take my life from me. I've worked too hard to keep it Shoma, it doesn't belong to anyone else but me. No one.
no never (but i'm good if you want to handwave the rest kabby to free yourself!!)
...it makes sense. We all know what Thursday nights mean by now. And if you hadn't thought it'd be you, of course you'd suspect the other person. But...something else caught you instead and drove you ahead to keep yourself alive.
[ the will to live. everyone who has been affected has something they so desperately want, and rosamund's will to survive and live her life must have been just enough. ]
...waiting until the morning probably felt too long, didn't it?