[ oh boy! well gale can be a bit stupid and not that great at reading people, but tara is quite smart. raising herself off of his shoulders and stretching her wings out at the reaction - before taking flight and flitting off. if she's clearly scaring him she doesn't want to make it worse.
...I could be much better, I'm not going to lie there.
[ These last twelve hours have been. Insane, brother. ]
I wasn't... I didn't want to be there, you surely understand. But when I tried to leave, there was -- something out there. [ Womp womp no-leave mechanics be like. ] It's still here.
...If I'm fortunate, that's all it is... but I've been pretty down on my luck lately.
Something is there, and it's... it's still coming after me, I feel it. I don't know if it's real, or it's my mind just filling in the gaps, but there's...
There's been something that's followed me like a plague for a while. Ever since I was a child. Never knew what it was until I read an urban tale off the children's shelter's bookshelves, and it's kept that shape since. A classic bogeyman, almost -- he calls himself the Pocketcat.
[ Does his bad initial reaction to Tara make more sense? ]
Logically... logically, I know that if I can't reach Sylvian trying then why should he? Then again, life's never been very fair. But I felt... something terrible out there in the dark, outside the Side Rooms.
Much rather stay and deal with the sights of execution than brave that.
[ the description makes his skin crawl, so he can only imagine what the feeling itself is like. ]
I understand too the desire to explore the possibility it is ... real. After all, a devil from my past arrived on Thursday to torture others. I know that it's unlikely, that we are cut off from everything, but I know what is like to cast about your mind for the answer.
[ he is frowning at the forced helplessness thing though, it certainly feels very fucking true right now. ]
Ah. You should know - if someone with a paired partner who has died manages to reforge a bond with another by the end of the weekend, they should survive. So, it's possible to save them.
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No, no --
[ It's a bit delirious in the way that some logical part probably understands this is unreasonable, but uh, he's going through a lot right now. ]
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gale turns to watch her go, clearly confused. ]
Ah-- Tara? Oh. She's gone.
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But while he's tense, he watches Tara leave them be with a slightly defeated look. ]
Ah. I didn't -- sorry. I know she's not...
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Are you well ... ? You seem very unsettled. And earlier, at the execution. Ah.
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[ These last twelve hours have been. Insane, brother. ]
I wasn't... I didn't want to be there, you surely understand. But when I tried to leave, there was -- something out there. [ Womp womp no-leave mechanics be like. ] It's still here.
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[ being punished for trying to turn away from the worst things a person can be witness to. ]
What is it, exactly? An illusion?
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Something is there, and it's... it's still coming after me, I feel it. I don't know if it's real, or it's my mind just filling in the gaps, but there's...
There's been something that's followed me like a plague for a while. Ever since I was a child. Never knew what it was until I read an urban tale off the children's shelter's bookshelves, and it's kept that shape since. A classic bogeyman, almost -- he calls himself the Pocketcat.
[ Does his bad initial reaction to Tara make more sense? ]
Logically... logically, I know that if I can't reach Sylvian trying then why should he? Then again, life's never been very fair. But I felt... something terrible out there in the dark, outside the Side Rooms.
Much rather stay and deal with the sights of execution than brave that.
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[ the description makes his skin crawl, so he can only imagine what the feeling itself is like. ]
I understand too the desire to explore the possibility it is ... real. After all, a devil from my past arrived on Thursday to torture others. I know that it's unlikely, that we are cut off from everything, but I know what is like to cast about your mind for the answer.
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Forced helplessness is. It's a continued theme. In every crevice and corner.
...Were you fine? After Thursday.
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[ he is frowning at the forced helplessness thing though, it certainly feels very fucking true right now. ]
Ah. You should know - if someone with a paired partner who has died manages to reforge a bond with another by the end of the weekend, they should survive. So, it's possible to save them.
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Is that so? That's actually pretty valuable information.
Requires a lot of knowledge on hand, but... good to know it's not an instant decimation thing.
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