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It's hard to talk when I'd rather punch him in the face.
Fair enough.
[You're so valid Geto.]
What about him? Has he tried to talk to you?
[You're so valid Geto.]
What about him? Has he tried to talk to you?
[They're at the market, post-fleas.]
There's got to be an anti-itching salve around here.
There's got to be an anti-itching salve around here.
[ Looking wearied. ]
How has this day been so long.
How has this day been so long.
God, I don't know.
[She rubs his back a little. No longer plushie puppet, thank god.]
I feel like coming into Monday everyone's too antsy to be gloomy. Though the cursed fleas are a surprise.
[She rubs his back a little. No longer plushie puppet, thank god.]
I feel like coming into Monday everyone's too antsy to be gloomy. Though the cursed fleas are a surprise.
[ He's human! ]
I know. Everyone was acting weird after eating the cupcakes too.
I know. Everyone was acting weird after eating the cupcakes too.
Right? Like, strangely pious. I know Lavi's quoted the bible at me before but even then.
[ rubs his temples ]
What a thing to deal with... [ SIGHS ] By the way, did you get any letters telling you to die?
What a thing to deal with... [ SIGHS ] By the way, did you get any letters telling you to die?
...You know, Geto, you have such a way with words.
[This isn't an answer though.]
A bit obliquely, yes, but more explicitly from talking to Essek. [Pausing.] Sorry, "Wario."
[This isn't an answer though.]
A bit obliquely, yes, but more explicitly from talking to Essek. [Pausing.] Sorry, "Wario."
[ That makes laugh. ]
Oops. But okay, seems like that's the message to a lot of us, then.
Oops. But okay, seems like that's the message to a lot of us, then.
Mhmm.
[Camille purses her lips.]
...And how does it sit with you?
[Camille purses her lips.]
...And how does it sit with you?
... I'm kind of in the "this might as well happen" phase.
You?
You?
[ Chilling among nature, for the last time... I haven't caught up on execution, but I'm sure it was devastating.
Looking over at Camille... Hi. ]
Ready for the final week?
Looking over at Camille... Hi. ]
Ready for the final week?
[It was. Shares an AU where you caught up on it and we can pc about it.]
God. Who is?
[Assigns them sitting, maybe there's a nice log. She'll take a seat at his side, arms wrapped around her middle.]
I don't know. I've got less on my plate than you do, apparently. Are you feeling all right?
God. Who is?
[Assigns them sitting, maybe there's a nice log. She'll take a seat at his side, arms wrapped around her middle.]
I don't know. I've got less on my plate than you do, apparently. Are you feeling all right?
I don't know about that.
[ He's just putzing along and hoping for the best. ]
Are you relieved, to join everyone there?
[ He's just putzing along and hoping for the best. ]
Are you relieved, to join everyone there?
Really? You're not worried about assembling all our organs and deciphering the secrets of the stars?
[Because she's tired of trying to piece it together herself.
Anyway wow what a question.]
...I'm...in a way, yes. In another way, I wish the end was something...closer to home. [She purses her lips.] But then, it doesn't seem like a real death over there anyway. They're too physical for it to be true.
Makes you wonder if we're really here. Some kind of quantam superposition — theories I'm not clever to understand.
[Because she's tired of trying to piece it together herself.
Anyway wow what a question.]
...I'm...in a way, yes. In another way, I wish the end was something...closer to home. [She purses her lips.] But then, it doesn't seem like a real death over there anyway. They're too physical for it to be true.
Makes you wonder if we're really here. Some kind of quantam superposition — theories I'm not clever to understand.
Quantum mechanics, huh? That's more Satoru's expertise than mine.
[ He doesn't smile, looking out over the vineyard. ]
It's not... dying. Or, it is. It's just not permanent? Hopefully that makes it less intimidating.
[ He doesn't smile, looking out over the vineyard. ]
It's not... dying. Or, it is. It's just not permanent? Hopefully that makes it less intimidating.
That's interesting. You never mentioned he was an egghead.
[Must be why he's growing into Einstein's hairdo.]
I'm not scared of it. [She shrugs.] Honestly, as much as it hurt, it's easy. You just let go after a point.
I just... [Well. It's not like he doesn't know. Camille clucks her tongue and pretends her throat isn't swelling up again. She's done enough jagged sobbing today, no need for round ten.] It's not that I won't be glad to see everyone. Don't get me wrong. But if I'm going to some kind of sentient afterlife, I'd rather my sister was there.
[Must be why he's growing into Einstein's hairdo.]
I'm not scared of it. [She shrugs.] Honestly, as much as it hurt, it's easy. You just let go after a point.
I just... [Well. It's not like he doesn't know. Camille clucks her tongue and pretends her throat isn't swelling up again. She's done enough jagged sobbing today, no need for round ten.] It's not that I won't be glad to see everyone. Don't get me wrong. But if I'm going to some kind of sentient afterlife, I'd rather my sister was there.
[ Oh.
At that, he pauses. ]
Have you considered bringing her back?
At that, he pauses. ]
Have you considered bringing her back?
[She shakes her head.]
I thought about it. Marian died twenty years ago. I'd be dragging back an eleven year old girl who'd missed two decades and wouldn't understand where the rest of the family had gone. I'd doubt she'd recognize me.
It's not something I can let go of. But it's not a good idea, bringing her back. [She looks down at her fingers. Her hand has warped some. The bandages are off and she can see the seared skin no matter how far down her sleeve falls.] I already got a taste of it this Thursday. It's a dream. And it needs to stay a dream.
I thought about it. Marian died twenty years ago. I'd be dragging back an eleven year old girl who'd missed two decades and wouldn't understand where the rest of the family had gone. I'd doubt she'd recognize me.
It's not something I can let go of. But it's not a good idea, bringing her back. [She looks down at her fingers. Her hand has warped some. The bandages are off and she can see the seared skin no matter how far down her sleeve falls.] I already got a taste of it this Thursday. It's a dream. And it needs to stay a dream.
That doesn't seem particularly fair.
You should get something out of all of this.
You should get something out of all of this.
It's not fair that four teenagers and a twenty something actor have to face off against an omnipotent and bloodthirsty cult, either.
[She looks to him.]
What are you getting out of this? Are you really okay? Because you're running out of time to speak up about it.
[She looks to him.]
What are you getting out of this? Are you really okay? Because you're running out of time to speak up about it.
[ Looks back at her, looking just... neutral. ]
Time marches on whether someone's okay or not. We have a job to do, so we'll do it.
We don't really have the luxury of anything else.
Time marches on whether someone's okay or not. We have a job to do, so we'll do it.
We don't really have the luxury of anything else.
You've got time right now. So talk to me.
I don't want you going into this feeling like you have to shut everything down. Pretend like nothing bothers you. If there's something on your mind, I want to know.
You can be a little selfish, Geto. Your life is barely just beginning.
I don't want you going into this feeling like you have to shut everything down. Pretend like nothing bothers you. If there's something on your mind, I want to know.
You can be a little selfish, Geto. Your life is barely just beginning.
[ He looks a little unsure about what to do with that, and there's a moment where he's clearly trying to figure out what to say. If it's worth it this late in the game. ]
I want to apologize to you.
You remember that first week, where writing was appearing on us?
I want to apologize to you.
You remember that first week, where writing was appearing on us?
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