You do not need to finish your sentence. But I am curious as to how it ends.
[ but they did say she could stop answering, so they will think for a long moment. for a bit, it seems like silence will be their answer, until finally— ]
[she waves off the first part because it's a conversation stopper, usually, but she might loop around back to it. she's actually sort of happy to get an answer, she wasn't expecting it.]
A regret, huh. You regret failing to save people? Specific ones, or just in general?
... I don't know, I guess I can't judge, since I don't know what you have or haven't done in your life.
But... Mum used to say that there's no such thing as death, only change. Maybe it won't be peace, but there's no guarantee it's going to be brimstone, either. Maybe it'll just be that you get to see all the people you loved once in one place before you go completely.
Why would that happen? Isn't that just wishful thinking? The dead and the living cannot be in the same place, so it'd probably just be a hallucination of the mind.
[ ok thanks famine good talk ]
But I suppose that thinking that something happens after you die at all is what gives people peace.
she's interested in what they have to say about it, though, genuinely. what different people think about the afterlife, about what comes next. and maybe it seems like a non-sequitur, but.]
... I'm going to die. [she says, after a second.] That's what I was going to say earlier. I mean, obviously everybody is, and there's the whole sacrifice thing, but. It's just way closer for me.
Yeah. It's going to overheat, and blow up, probably. I mean, the blow up part is the probably, it'll stop working either way. It's not supposed to exist on mortal planes.
I only saw it briefly, but it is preserved now. Heart surgery isn't as impossible as you think. You could also get someone else's heart if they've donated it.
I understand that you've tried in your own world—but you are somewhere else now.
... I don't want to either. I don't want to die. [her voice cracks a little here, but she clears her throat and tries again.] Wasn't expecting that sort of sentiment from you.
Is it sentiment that makes it that I don't want to see random people drop dead?
[ they shake their head ]
Perhaps as a joke, I will tell someone that I can't tell them apart from road kill. [ bad joke. a beat ] Though I do think there are some idiots you can't stop from being their own demise.
But I am here because I do not want you to face irreparable harm.
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The depths of depravity know no bounds in any realm, it seems.
You are remarkably cheerful, for a former unwilling soldier.
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[as for the rest, she shrugs!]
Why wouldn't I be? I'm alive. I can breathe, I can talk to people, I can - Gods, I can touch people. I can eat and drink and make merry.
I'm out of the Hells, and I'm never going back.
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... Is this a coping mechanism...
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Hah! Maybe! [she finds it funny, at least.] I'm...
[a beat.] Well, never mind all that. If I ask about your words you're gonna tell me to fuck off, yeah?
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You do not need to finish your sentence. But I am curious as to how it ends.
[ but they did say she could stop answering, so they will think for a long moment. for a bit, it seems like silence will be their answer, until finally— ]
It is a regret. Not a fear.
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A regret, huh. You regret failing to save people? Specific ones, or just in general?
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Specific ones.
I have succeeded in helping everyone that I set out to, except... [ a pause, as if trying to find the right word ]
My friends.
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Aw, bud. [that would sound insincere from anybody else, but she means it in such a like, real way.] There's no way you can?
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I'm sorry. That's awful, I can't imagine how I'd feel if I couldn't help mine.
[well you might find out considering this is a murdergame]
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It is not your place to apologize. It is only mine, and theirs to receive when we burn together in the afterlife.
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... Okay. [she says that in the tone of alright edgelord] That's a bit much. You're probably not going to burn.
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But if I'm wrong and it exists, I do feel like my chances aren't very good of eternal peace or... whatever.
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... I don't know, I guess I can't judge, since I don't know what you have or haven't done in your life.
But... Mum used to say that there's no such thing as death, only change. Maybe it won't be peace, but there's no guarantee it's going to be brimstone, either. Maybe it'll just be that you get to see all the people you loved once in one place before you go completely.
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Why would that happen? Isn't that just wishful thinking? The dead and the living cannot be in the same place, so it'd probably just be a hallucination of the mind.
[ ok thanks famine good talk ]
But I suppose that thinking that something happens after you die at all is what gives people peace.
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she's interested in what they have to say about it, though, genuinely. what different people think about the afterlife, about what comes next. and maybe it seems like a non-sequitur, but.]
... I'm going to die. [she says, after a second.] That's what I was going to say earlier. I mean, obviously everybody is, and there's the whole sacrifice thing, but. It's just way closer for me.
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famine's response isn't nearly so dramatic or valid, but instead just tilting their head ]
Why? Because of the matter with your heart?
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Yeah. It's going to overheat, and blow up, probably. I mean, the blow up part is the probably, it'll stop working either way. It's not supposed to exist on mortal planes.
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Are you apprehensive to get it fixed, even now that you've had your heart returned to you? Was it done to you in the Hells?
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It was done in the Hells, yeah. But there's not a way to fix it, other than going back to Avernus. Trust me, I've tried.
I don't think the heart will just... go back in.
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I only saw it briefly, but it is preserved now. Heart surgery isn't as impossible as you think. You could also get someone else's heart if they've donated it.
I understand that you've tried in your own world—but you are somewhere else now.
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I don't - want someone else's heart. [she says, a bit stiff, but...] ... Guess you're not wrong. This is a different place.
I'll be honest, Fam, not really looking for another surgery. [the first one sucked real bad!]
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but famine tilts their head at that. they understand, to a degree, but to put it simply - ]
I don't want you to die.
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that seems to surprise her, somehow.]
... I don't want to either. I don't want to die. [her voice cracks a little here, but she clears her throat and tries again.] Wasn't expecting that sort of sentiment from you.
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[ they shake their head ]
Perhaps as a joke, I will tell someone that I can't tell them apart from road kill. [ bad joke. a beat ] Though I do think there are some idiots you can't stop from being their own demise.
But I am here because I do not want you to face irreparable harm.
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