[she has an intelligence of three and she's a cat, these words mean nothing to her. but she will lay here and knead at the floor a bit, enjoying whatever scritches she gets, until she turns back.
when she does shift back, she immediately scrambles to not be sitting in their laps. ugh. disgusting!!! she looks embarrassed, but she doesn't say anything about it.
she's all healed too! except for the scar running from her forehead to her jaw and a couple of stray, mostly scarred over burns. her hair is a mess and she looks like she's slept like zero hours this weekend, but she's alive, and that's what probably matters.]
[Reaching over to just gently take one of her hands. If she wants to keep picking at scabs, she can, but. Maybe better not to. His gaze flicks over to Caleb and back, but he sighs out - perhaps a bit wound up tight.]
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You don't have long left, Beauregard.
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when she does shift back, she immediately scrambles to not be sitting in their laps. ugh. disgusting!!! she looks embarrassed, but she doesn't say anything about it.
she's all healed too! except for the scar running from her forehead to her jaw and a couple of stray, mostly scarred over burns. her hair is a mess and she looks like she's slept like zero hours this weekend, but she's alive, and that's what probably matters.]
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[Wow.]
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We made them give you the good healing this time.
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... Thanks. [clears her throat.] I'm not even sore, so it worked pretty well.
[she will kind of try to run her fingers through her hair to untangle it, though.]
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How're you feeling?
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[Being a cat for an hour is so valid.]
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That's not what we're asking and you know it.
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. . . Maybe it isn't really a question worth asking. Of course you are doing badly after everything that has happened.
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You were right, Caleb. [she says finally, digging her nails in.] The compulsion sucks.
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Compulsion sucks.
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But. . . it is the same as what we decided when we voted for him. An awful decision, but one we all agreed on to survive.
You are not more culpable just because it was at your own hands.
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No, I know that. [she fought it, and it still won. it wasn't her fault. but that's the issue. because it wasn't her.] I didn't want to do it that way.
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I know.
[ He'll squeeze the hand if she won't? ]
Only thing we can do is keep going. Balance out the ugliness somewhere else.
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[He will take two pieces of paper out of his pocket and share with them.]
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as for the notes... oh, huh.]
I got one from Adora, but it wasn't like... trying to tell me anything, I don't think.
[a pause.] I don't know what to make of these. Feels like they're trying to say something and dodging it. Well - Rupert, anyway.
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[Oh. Rupert's letter is so cute. What a little nerd. He's so fond of him.]
They're probably-- concerned about what exactly can be said. Without causing anyone to be hurt by accident.
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[not that he can anyway]
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Or there's no need to communicate anything to me. Think I've already got a grasp of it, I just can't tell anyone.
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Can't blame them. [she says, holding molly's hand so tightly she's probably cutting off circulation a bit.]