[quiet, neutral in its lack of tone, despite her growl. he's just-- tired. he's had enough misery bricks chucked at him this weekend that after the end of trial he's just...
he doesn't have it left in him. he's out of tears.]
[there's just like. you know that shattering noise from before? it's that but worse, discordant and awful, like nails on a chalkboard. just for a solid five seconds. her engine flares bright, bright, bright.]
[a little shake of his head. maybe nobody can fix it. maybe it's not okay. but it's not... all on her.]
And w-we don't have to talk about anything right now. [not when she's probably not feeling as much like herself.] But... but I still love you, and I'm still staying here, and everything else can be a problem... later.
[a problem for later. it's always a problem for later, it's just one more step. it's one more step after another after a body after an execution after beating someone to death after throwing gale into a table after losing her mind and she just
laughs, and laughs, and laughs, she just dissolves into hysterical giggling, hiding her face in her hands.]
[kind of a mood though honestly he's a little too miserable to try to help with this
but he'd been told to just. try not to flinch at it. he doesn't want her to feel like she ever did anything to make this worse for the people she cares about, he doesn't.]
I don't know-- I don't know what to do. All I can do is... be here. I can't fix it either.
he sits here in silence, for a few minutes, working to keep his thoughts quiet. recites poetry to himself. she'll catch bits of it, all in french, rhythmic in cadence.]
I'm... I'm going to wait to speak with you until... tomorrow, Karlach. I-if you can hear me, I promise it isn't that I don't have anything more to say.
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[quiet, neutral in its lack of tone, despite her growl. he's just-- tired. he's had enough misery bricks chucked at him this weekend that after the end of trial he's just...
he doesn't have it left in him. he's out of tears.]
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... Daisy. [is all she can manage.]
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[just-- not like that. not again.]
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he curls in on himself, and while he says nothing aloud, there's-
i don't know how to lose you.]
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then:] I can't... fix this.
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[a little shake of his head. maybe nobody can fix it. maybe it's not okay. but it's not... all on her.]
And w-we don't have to talk about anything right now. [not when she's probably not feeling as much like herself.] But... but I still love you, and I'm still staying here, and everything else can be a problem... later.
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laughs, and laughs, and laughs, she just dissolves into hysterical giggling, hiding her face in her hands.]
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but he'd been told to just. try not to flinch at it. he doesn't want her to feel like she ever did anything to make this worse for the people she cares about, he doesn't.]
I don't know-- I don't know what to do. All I can do is... be here. I can't fix it either.
[but he can be here with her. so he will.]
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she is perhaps not entirely here at the moment.]
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he sits here in silence, for a few minutes, working to keep his thoughts quiet. recites poetry to himself. she'll catch bits of it, all in french, rhythmic in cadence.]
I'm... I'm going to wait to speak with you until... tomorrow, Karlach. I-if you can hear me, I promise it isn't that I don't have anything more to say.