[ he truly never processes how bad his injuries are
but yves looks sheepish even as he's been patched up. everything else is hidden under his hospital clothes but his face has gauze taped on at his cheeks ]
I'm sure Bas would agree with me that better us than you, Fidelio...
[ he pauses to think about it, glancing down at his hands ]
... I don't know where to start. They were looking for something. It didn't really mattered to me, but it mattered to them. It was something to... grant favors?
Dreams?
But I'd already died seven years ago... I was just a ghost lingering because I loved my friends and didn't want to leave.
that sort of hits a different nerve, when he's usually the one doing the leaving. makes him feel a little hypocritical offering any sort of reassurance.
still, he reaches out to put a hand on yves's shoulder. can't feel that if you're a ghost. ]
Well... you're back now, and you've got plenty of people around with no intention of leavin' you. Right?
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but yves looks sheepish even as he's been patched up. everything else is hidden under his hospital clothes but his face has gauze taped on at his cheeks ]
I'm sure Bas would agree with me that better us than you, Fidelio...
[ . . . ]
Can I just call you Del...
[ he's feeling left out ]
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[ sighs......... ]
Hm? Yeah, sure, I don't mind.
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Then... I hope you get to be safe for a lot longer, Del.
I'm okay. Hurt, sure, but... okay.
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Yeah...? [ because everyone else seemed REAL bad... ] What happened in there anyway?
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... I don't know where to start. They were looking for something. It didn't really mattered to me, but it mattered to them. It was something to... grant favors?
Dreams?
But I'd already died seven years ago... I was just a ghost lingering because I loved my friends and didn't want to leave.
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but, ah... ]
The rest of 'em were your friends that were still alive, then?
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yves just nods at that, his gaze getting a little distant as he finds himself somewhere else ]
Yeah. And I wanted them to stay alive, but... a willing death for an unwilling death.
[ and he says that last line softly, like it haunts him ]
I'm the only one who couldn't pay it.
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Shite. That sounds rough, sorry.
[ ... ]
Worst feelin' in the world, not bein' able to do anything to help someone important to you.
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I just... didn't want to be left behind.
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that sort of hits a different nerve, when he's usually the one doing the leaving. makes him feel a little hypocritical offering any sort of reassurance.
still, he reaches out to put a hand on yves's shoulder. can't feel that if you're a ghost. ]
Well... you're back now, and you've got plenty of people around with no intention of leavin' you. Right?