PC: HARROW

[headmt]

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[bonetiddies]

It's not really that much better that he's keeping all of these things in his bedroom. Soaking up Mahito molecules no doubt. Half the people on the shrine were probably murdered by him.

[Getting out her phone right away.]

I'm going to make him give it back.

[headmt]

[stop this is actually really funny its cutting through the sad feelings]

Mahito definitely fucked in there ...

[stop]

You probably don't have to make him. I left it there of my own free will. Just ask for it back.

[bonetiddies]

[Too late she already send a nasty text.]

I should hope no one was doing that with Mahito. Ew. Maybe Endorsi really was only covering for him this entire time.

[headmt]

[well there's


a brief flash of embarrassment and he tries putting the coat over his head so she can't see him? it won't help. look he isn't ashamed of much but maybe there's some things you SHOULD regret, Mollymauk.]

[bonetiddies]

[Have a big heap of judging your choices. Also, just embarrassment because this is sex related and she's a big prude.]

Molly. Honestly? There are so many people here. . .

[headmt]

[from under the coat still. but now he's a bit defensive.]

It was before we suspected him of about a thousand murders! And if you hadn't said anything, no one would have ever known, because the marks got healed when I had my golfing misadventure.

[bonetiddies]

[More embarrassed!!]

The specificity isn't helping.

[headmt]

[now also embarrassed because she's embarrassed and it's a feedback loop!]

Harrow, talk about literally anything else right.

[bonetiddies]

Imagine if you'd died from your golf wounds, and I was sad about it, even though something like that had occurred.

[Okay, okay, fine. Forcing herself to stop thinking about it.]

[headmt]

[fine, emerging from the coat. it didn't help at all.]

I've done worse than that, believe you me.

[now he just sounds smug, gross]

[bonetiddies]

Gross.

[Gross.]

. . . It's in the garden, not his room. I'll go get it for you.

[headmt]

Alright.

[ he will just. vibe sadly then. ]

[bonetiddies]

[Coming back in a bit with her ribbon for him! Here you go. She feels his sad vibes.]

There you are.

[headmt]

[ thank you comfort lesbian for bringing back another comfort lesbian's sad dead gift. he just takes it and starts winding it around his hands like he doesn't really know what to do with it otherwise? but it's fine. the emotion is Big Grateful.]

... Thanks, Harrow.

[bonetiddies]

[That's cute, Molly. She just sighs and leans against the wall, a little unsure what to do with herself, either. The emotion is a little worried.]

. . . You're very welcome. And I don't particularly want to trouble you with any nonsense of my own right now, but there are things I have to come to a decision on, so I may be forced to.

[headmt]

[Well now he's instantly worried too? there's like absolutely no resentment there if she's concerned about that. he sits up a bit, rubbing at his face for a second.]

Honestly sick of my own nonsense. What's the matter?

[bonetiddies]

. . . Don't be angry. You clearly didn't realize, but I suspected it since Gu Yun told us about the medicine. Despair's offer was rather. . . conditional.

[She's chewing on her fingernail.]

Normally, I would reject the offer, but I think we are rather close to the end, now, and it would be good to have my mind in one piece. And Childe does exist.

[headmt]

[Well she just told him not to be angry but there is just a fucking wave of fear and anger at Despair who's an utter bastard and more fear! Just a lot of fucking fear!]

You think you won't be fighting your way to the front of a crowd on that one?

[bonetiddies]

Of course I will be. But that doesn't mean I won't be first. It's just a matter of who gets to him first, isn't it? I can arrange things when we discuss how to subdue him to ensure it's me.

[Oh, dear. She's. . . less worried than he is, but concerned about his feelings.]

You can tell me not to. Though maybe I oughtn't say so; maybe it would be better not to ask you to decide.

[headmt]

No, I--

[He forces himself to calm down a little? Just. Breathing for a second. It's fine.]

Look. It isn't as if I don't get it. Someone will do it if you don't. I can't even say the thought didn't cross my mind. It's basically a free pie on a fucking windowsill.

But what happens when you do it and no one else has made a move at trial, and someone who has decided they love sweet innocent Childe who's done nothing wrong and that whoever did that to him has to pay? And we can't stop them from voting. Nothing we do seems to work. It's one vote and it's over Harrow.

[bonetiddies]

Who says I'll be caught? The only ones who really bother are all much more fond of me than they are of Childe.

[But more seriously.]

I think I would be able to stop them from voting, if I played my hand well. There's an Avatar power that lets one see the vote spread. I had thought to invent one that let me see who cast a particular vote - a threatened bit of blackmail on someone who would vote in secret against the group. I think it would be enough, as long as no one's emotions were heightened.

[headmt]

I don't know that you'll be caught, but we might panic and steer towards someone by mistake as well.

[He just.

doesn't like all the possibilities here.]

... I want you to have those fucking memories. Shite. Gu Yun could have waited for his shitty medicine. We were helping him. But-- [Just. So much turmoil?]

[bonetiddies]

Yes, and depending on who it is I wouldn't be able to accept that, but I also can't die. Not voting is really the only outcome that would be tolerable.

[Molly. . . she'll reach out and touch him on his arm.]

I doubt it's more important to me to have my brain functioning on a level it has never particularly functioned at than to have Gu Yun able to see and hear and defend himself.

[She actually feels a lot of doubts and worries in general.]

I don't have to do this.

[headmt]

[Okay. As soon as she reaches out and then says the thing about not having to do this there's just instant relief from that sort of high-pitch anxiety you don't necessarily realize you have until it's starting to drain away. Like a whistle that you hadn't heard until it stops and there's sudden silence. he really did not want her to do this. and there's another sense of relief, in that she seems to mean it when she says that, like he believes she won't actually just go off and do it anyway.]

I think I can come up with something better, if we have to. Fuck it. Don't let this place drag you into blood and muck.

[bonetiddies]

[Her feelings are fairly calm about this in general.]

Stupid. You're the one who wanted me to have them back. [He's the one who cares about her memories!] I've been in the blood and muck since I was born, but - [sigh] I'd slit Childe's throat yesterday, but the idea of using him as fuel for what I personally want doesn't sit well with me.

The thanergetic principles are sound, but I don't - [There's a moment of a very, very nasty feeling here, something dark and shameful, a kind of crippling mixture of self-loathing and survivor's guilt.] - I dislike that particular form of ritual.