[blinks once or twice, and then glances at him. for a second she looks like she might have been like a breath away from crying, but she - rearranges. immediately, she smiles at him.]
Hey, daisychain. You okay? He didn't actually get you, right?
[it's crying time then because whew. WHEW. he is full of wound-up feelings after hours of being in a restricted space with about 40 people trying to solve murders after finding a body and then accidentally pointing out a murderer. the only way this weekend gets worse is if he's executioner.
but he's also just- wrapping his arms around karlach like he's trying to reassure her too, at the same time.]
[he better not be executioner or she'll flip her last shit
she keeps him close for a while. you'd think someone who is as loud as she is would cry louder, but she doesn't. it's just miserable little hiccups, voice breaks. and it peters out slow, until she's just flopped against the wall, eyes closed.
Um- when you've... done things you normally wouldn't have wanted to. [...] I told you about me. My memories. Sometimes some of them are more- present than others, I think, and I'm less like... I normally am.
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[he's just settling next to her; he's not bold enough to sit Right next to her, there's a little space between them, but still.]
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Hey, daisychain. You okay? He didn't actually get you, right?
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[he looks a little guilty when her expression shifts, though, giving his head a little shake.]
I-I'm all right.
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[honestly.
a beat, and then she offers a hug? do you want a hug. she wants a hug.]
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mathis scoots in for it. hugging time.]
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if she's crying then he's definitely getting weepy, sniffling faintly and trying to stifle it.]
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she just pulls him into her lap, then? they can curl up for a while and cry. this sucks.]
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but he's also just- wrapping his arms around karlach like he's trying to reassure her too, at the same time.]
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she keeps him close for a while. you'd think someone who is as loud as she is would cry louder, but she doesn't. it's just miserable little hiccups, voice breaks. and it peters out slow, until she's just flopped against the wall, eyes closed.
and after a while, she croaks:]
... It'll be alright.
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I... I know. I know this is what we had to do...
[but that doesn't make it feel better. any of it.]
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Doesn't make it feel good. [just says the brackets out loud] He'd be miserable if we kept him like this. He's trapped.
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He was kind to me when I spoke with him.
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He wanted to look after the kids here. That's not what that was.
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[a couple moments of silence, before-]
It feels terrible, after. When you realize-- what's happened.
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[it was devastating! yay!]
What does?
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[cool HATE THAT FOR HIM. god.]
Um- when you've... done things you normally wouldn't have wanted to. [...] I told you about me. My memories. Sometimes some of them are more- present than others, I think, and I'm less like... I normally am.
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Yeah. [...] That happen a lot?
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[consequences of his body rejecting his memories.]
But, um, not here, so far.
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If it happens and I don't see it, will you tell me about it?
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[not all his memories are from good people.]
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[because unfortunately he cannot guarantee he'll know!]
O-oh, um. Speaking of telling you things... I didn't know what I could do, before, but after today... I know what it is.
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Oh yeah? What's that.
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