[So whatever Avatar has led Molly here is just getting instantly abandoned because as soon as Molly sees the - fucking jail cell? He's bolting towards it, ending up on his goddamn knees again. There's still blood on his face and dripping down to his chest, because he doesn't give a shit, he's just--]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Beau, I'm so fucking sorry--
[ she's - disoriented, mostly. how the fuck did she get here? she looks confused, and then distressed when he comes racing across the room, and immediately she's up against the bars, reaching for him. ]
Stop - stop, it wasn't your fucking fault. [ she says, sharply, voice breaking in the middle. ]
[Well he just suspected her instantly, didn't he? Just threw her under the bus before anyone had even tried to turn their gaze to her. Just reaching through the bars too, to not so much hug as cling. Metal bars be damned.]
. . . Then we'll just figure it out. The Nein don't leave one another behind. I'll figure this place out, use my wish to-- I don't fucking know. Rewind time.
Now it isn't being left behind. It's just a new resolve. He's quickly realizing that maybe that's the more difficult half. He'd been wrestling in his own head with the struggle of being the one to leave, but. This is worse, isn't it? Helpless, on the sidelines.
He eventually lets go, moving to just sit in front of the bars instead - shrugging off his coat and folding it in his lap.]
Whoever fucked you, I'll - they'll pay. That's an eye for an eye.
[It was really just to get comfortable - digging in the pockets of his coat for a moment, just to retrieve his cards - and then he shoves the coat through the bars at her.]
she pulls his coat close, hugging it. a beat. and then she puts it on, because she wants to and if this is her indulgence it's her fucking indulgence. ]
Do not - make me do this as a -- a fucking last wish sort of thing, Mollymauk. [ she snaps. ] Don't. Don't get fucked over for my sake. I need you to promise me that to the best of your fucking ability, okay, don't - do the stupid cryptic thing. This is not the time.
[There, now they don't have to stay there, pressed against those terrible bars at least. A sort of hug by proxy. Molly just sits, crossed-legged, tail wrapped around to the front. It thwaps the ground when she snaps at him, but, fair.]
It isn't a last wish.
[But,]
Fine. No cryptic bullshit. I promise, to the best of my fucking ability, to not get fucked over for your sake.
Hey, um. I love you, man. [ she says, quietly, rubbing at her neck. easily. it's easy to say, it's so much easier to say than it used to be. it started with jester and then it grew into something that comes like second nature, and he hasn't been around for months and months, but everything that he was, everything that he is - has stuck with her.
and spending this week with him, she's finding she wasn't wrong. she didn't make it up. he's just as good as she remembered.
she cannot let the last conversation she has with him be some shitty story about how she fucked people over. not again. ]
[He can't do anything but smile at that, because. Well. It was like he thought. They really have grown to be such good people. How easily she says that and how easily he believes it.]
Of course. I love you too.
[He did receive at least part of his wish. How had Sasazuka put it? Splitting the lottery. Everyone has this fear of getting just . . . half of their desire, a quarter, an eighth of their wish, split amongst all of them, and that no one would want to fight for less than the entire thing. But that's bullshit to him too. He had gotten just a week more. A little more time, a fraction of the selfish lifetime he wants. And still he feels grateful for every second, as much as he feels sick at the idea of the last it ticking away in front of him.
A second chance to be able to say the things to your kin that you need to. Not everyone could be so lucky.]
And I won't let them lose you. That's the other promise I'm making.
[ she looks up at him, and smiles a little in return. it's always so - gratifying? relieving? when someone doesn't throw it back in her face. when they don't make fun of her for trying.
she swallows hard, wiping her eyes, and reaches through the bars to try and hold onto him somehow. she hates being alone, and she knows he does too, so. ]
I believe it. [ she says, sniffling slightly. ]
... Are you gonna stay? I don't want to be here by myself.
Hm-- Oh, yes, should have done that a while ago. Depressing in here.
[Getting up, going over to the podium and slappin' his hand down on it. He has to think for a minute before it's that beach in Nicodranas again. Empty, this time, because maybe it feels too cruel to have jail bars between her and their friends.]
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I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Beau, I'm so fucking sorry--
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Stop - stop, it wasn't your fucking fault. [ she says, sharply, voice breaking in the middle. ]
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[Well he just suspected her instantly, didn't he? Just threw her under the bus before anyone had even tried to turn their gaze to her. Just reaching through the bars too, to not so much hug as cling. Metal bars be damned.]
I know you didn't do it.
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[ ah. those are tears, spilling down her cheeks. don't pay any mind. she clings to him through the bars in return, with a little sniff. ]
I hate that you tried to take it from me.
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It's my fault you were in the first place. So I should have been the one to take it.
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[ With absolutely no venom behind it at all. ]
. . . Then we'll just figure it out. The Nein don't leave one another behind. I'll figure this place out, use my wish to-- I don't fucking know. Rewind time.
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[ she says, quietly, hoarse. ] I'm not going to just let this stand, either. I don't know what's going to happen but I'm going to fight it.
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That feels better.
Now it isn't being left behind. It's just a new resolve. He's quickly realizing that maybe that's the more difficult half. He'd been wrestling in his own head with the struggle of being the one to leave, but. This is worse, isn't it? Helpless, on the sidelines.
He eventually lets go, moving to just sit in front of the bars instead - shrugging off his coat and folding it in his lap.]
Whoever fucked you, I'll - they'll pay. That's an eye for an eye.
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Yeah. Yeah, whatever happens. [ she swallows hard. ] Eye for an eye.
[ her tattoo glows on the back of her hand. ]
Don't get yourself fucked over for me, though, okay? Please. Promise me.
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Cold in here.
[Just for the night, then.]
Tough promise to keep, I think.
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she pulls his coat close, hugging it. a beat. and then she puts it on, because she wants to and if this is her indulgence it's her fucking indulgence. ]
Do not - make me do this as a -- a fucking last wish sort of thing, Mollymauk. [ she snaps. ] Don't. Don't get fucked over for my sake. I need you to promise me that to the best of your fucking ability, okay, don't - do the stupid cryptic thing. This is not the time.
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It isn't a last wish.
[But,]
Fine. No cryptic bullshit. I promise, to the best of my fucking ability, to not get fucked over for your sake.
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[ sniff. she sinks further into his coat. ]
Okay.
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Hey, um. I love you, man. [ she says, quietly, rubbing at her neck. easily. it's easy to say, it's so much easier to say than it used to be. it started with jester and then it grew into something that comes like second nature, and he hasn't been around for months and months, but everything that he was, everything that he is - has stuck with her.
and spending this week with him, she's finding she wasn't wrong. she didn't make it up. he's just as good as she remembered.
she cannot let the last conversation she has with him be some shitty story about how she fucked people over. not again. ]
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Of course. I love you too.
[He did receive at least part of his wish. How had Sasazuka put it? Splitting the lottery. Everyone has this fear of getting just . . . half of their desire, a quarter, an eighth of their wish, split amongst all of them, and that no one would want to fight for less than the entire thing. But that's bullshit to him too. He had gotten just a week more. A little more time, a fraction of the selfish lifetime he wants. And still he feels grateful for every second, as much as he feels sick at the idea of the last it ticking away in front of him.
A second chance to be able to say the things to your kin that you need to. Not everyone could be so lucky.]
And I won't let them lose you. That's the other promise I'm making.
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she swallows hard, wiping her eyes, and reaches through the bars to try and hold onto him somehow. she hates being alone, and she knows he does too, so. ]
I believe it. [ she says, sniffling slightly. ]
... Are you gonna stay? I don't want to be here by myself.
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I'll stay. If someone else wants to talk, I'll just be right outside the door.
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[ slow, steady exhale. ] Hey - can you change the room? [ ... ] I've been trying, but I don't think I'm allowed to anymore.
[ so it's just been a white room with a jail cell this whole time :( ]
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[Getting up, going over to the podium and slappin' his hand down on it. He has to think for a minute before it's that beach in Nicodranas again. Empty, this time, because maybe it feels too cruel to have jail bars between her and their friends.]
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Do you know what happened at all? Some sort of . . . mind control?
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No. I lost my staff after we got high on Thursday, and that's... really all that I know. I fell asleep with you guys.