What a good soft nerd. He can catch the faintest ghost of an appreciative smile, but it wipes away. No need to call him out. Alex can take the few seconds to compose himself as Will looks away, clearly just to make sure he's gesturing at the proper object. Yes. ] Yeah yeah, everyone is. Maya left so the bed's yours. Means you don't have to sit in the crap chairs. Just grab what I dropped first.
[ Upon hearing Maya's name, Alex looks back up, dropping his arm. His eyes travel to the bed. ]
She's up and awake. [ He knows this, but he can't help but say it, with a relieved sigh. ] Was worried about her, too. ...'bout everyone, just about.
[ He grabs the remote and twirls it in his hand for a moment, before stopping abruptly, as it'll likely slip from his fingers, if he keeps going. Sets it down on Will's bed. There's no harm in taking the bed. At least not until Dr. Tank bothers him, but hopefully that won't be for awhile. He's not exactly a fan of hospitals? Not that this is a proper one, still. But, you know. The beds are nice.
The hell does he say. How does he start this. It comes back to that. ]
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[ Yeah, she's awake. But there's a dim silence here. Attention goes inward, then aside, to where there's normally a constant opening for conversation, but now is only a lifeless matte black. A turned off computer monitor. Would've been out so much sooner, but she needs her space. She's fine. Physically. But there are so many other problems that place made. Lion, Alex, Mia, Shinjiro, Michael, Eleanor; God only knows how Sayori and Shuichi were handling the aftermath even. The corpses have it easy.
It's a bit miraculous to watch in person. There's a visible moment after his comment where Alex can almost see that black mist again. A weight strong enough to send people off to insanity or despair. But all it takes is one long breath in and out for it to be rallied against. The desire for surrender goes in and out, once, a single tide, but doesn't come back. ]
Look after her. If you can. ...Yggdrasil got both of us, but she got hit worse.
[ And honestly, just go lock the door. Tank can yeet himself off the moonbase for all he cares. The remote is used only to adjust to a better sitting position for conversations. Not as bad as the first few days, mere knives digging through nerves instead of impaling. Barely reads past the painkillers. Alex can appreciate this short time for what it is: a moment of peace.
[ For a moment, almost, looking back on it is like falling back into it again. The unending darkness of a Piece Retired, left outside a gameboard for eternity. His vessel was damaged. Is. Then he was free of it, then back inside, and over and over and who's to say it can't happen again.
Two weeks then. And it takes another two weeks to shake it off again, remember there's a question. ] Yes. Stopped using it around- [ The exact time comes back as sand. ] Not important. Input still worked. Output wasn't worth the effort.
[ Alex feels his throat tighten. So, not only did he alert Lion to all that, he bombarded someone who was a prisoner in their own body with all of his...everything. ]
I really... I wouldn't've done it, if I knew. I wasn't thinking. Sorry.
[ And now he's using it as an excuse to beat himself up for being a person with emotions who needs help sometimes. There's a moment of silence, measuring words and intent and results against a single Person, before the answer is obvious. That Name is gone. As is the responsibility that comes with it.
All thoughts of results are tossed aside. Already went a little too far into honesty once, may as well just go all in. Heart to Heart. ]
Glad you did. It's not wrong to ask for help sometimes. Wasn't me, but at least someone was able to answer.
[ Still, Alex doesn't look, hands gripping his knees tight. ]
Yeah, Lion really- how, uh- how's- [ ...A brief pause, as Alex realizes he's known Lion for months, had a big, very emotionally intimate moment and everything, but doesn't- he can't place a pronoun, and it's a little distracting.
Will is Lion's... Lion's person. Taking a pause is bad. ] -'s Lion doing? [ His voice cracks. ] I- haven't gotten the chance to really, ya know, talk, since we, uh. We got back.
[ You know. Normally, he'd answer. He's chronologically challenged, not blind. His voice wavers, spirals off into guilt, has to cling to himself to maintain appearances. There's many ways to try and handle the slow suffocation of Depression. Give them space, be supportive, get down on their level to try and save them from drowning.
Another less-used method, is to kick out the chair they're sitting on. Disrupt the feedback loop of negativity with something else. ]
You sure like repeating the brat's name. You forget pronouns exist?
The mouse gets bapped in the other direction. ] Lion's been doing better. Still a bit messed up after the... everything. My fault entirely. Though you should probably follow up after... that. Might do you both some good.
Is he being fucked with. Is Will fucking with him. This is a hospital, Will, and you're fucking with him-
Alex clears his throat and rolls one very stiff shoulder, deciding it's best to steer away from this conversation if he wants to have any sort of... Does he want catharsis? Eh. Jury's out. ]
H- uh. You- you hear about that...then? [ He's still in the throes of panic, so he doesn't dive right back down to the self-deprecation station quite yet, but. ] I just...kinda wanted... You know. Give some space, after I...exploded. Everywhere.
[ The only rule is you're not supposed to fuck with the patients, and Alex is a visitor. Tank can fight him. He's allowed to escape. For now. Lion is totally getting a replay of this mentally texted. They've had a bad month. Picking on someone who's stuck on a gender binary would be hilarious.
But that's later. For now, there's just a short noncommital noise of agreement, buying time to consider words. ] Not full details. Figured you wanted your privacy. But I know... [ About The Illusion. ] Enough.
[ He doesn't get the time to fret about it, nor spiral into depression, before he's emotionally kneecapped with a shotgun. ]
Which is an invasion of privacy. If you want to leave, I'll drop it ever happened. Delete the records, if you'd like.
[ Jesus. He can't stay shocked for too long, because- ]
No, I- it's not the same thing, I mean- I wouldn't've done it 'cause I didn't realize I was unloading all that on someone who could- could hear me, erasing a thing you know like a memory, that's-
[ ...Oh. Oh, he actually stops for a moment, and his brows crease, and he feels his mouth go dry. ]
...That's different. To make someone unknow something like that. That's... It's different.
[ He forgot how multiverse theory works, huh. The Sea may be gone, but there's still the possibility - and thus the existence of - a world where didn't say anything. And suffered all the consequences of that. From how Lion made it sound, it probably would've lead to his death. Or Worse.
He's so very tired of killing monsters. ]
You're being dense again. [ Wow??? Ru- ] But I don't want a fight over semantics. If you're trying to apologize for talking, m'not taking it. There's nothing to apologize for. So I won't forgive you.
[ It's spoken with a low, annoyed groan, but also with some distance. He's- fuck, he's rubbing his head, trying to sort through something just out of his reach. He's distracted. ]
Fine, then. I'm- I'm still sorry for not listening to you. [ He did, really, but- well, people needed his help, didn't they? Stupid. Always putting that first without realizing...he could get them hurt instead. ] ...Not considering the consequences.
[ 'I know', he says, but it still comes off wrong. Consequences may have been a bad word. Makes it sound like he needs to take penance for what he did; that Wonderland was just showing his bad side, when what it was doing was jacking his head. His and so many others. And the words come out in a snap not directed at Alex at all. ]
You are not responsible for what you did in Wonderland.
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What a good soft nerd. He can catch the faintest ghost of an appreciative smile, but it wipes away. No need to call him out. Alex can take the few seconds to compose himself as Will looks away, clearly just to make sure he's gesturing at the proper object. Yes. ] Yeah yeah, everyone is. Maya left so the bed's yours. Means you don't have to sit in the crap chairs. Just grab what I dropped first.
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She's up and awake. [ He knows this, but he can't help but say it, with a relieved sigh. ] Was worried about her, too. ...'bout everyone, just about.
[ He grabs the remote and twirls it in his hand for a moment, before stopping abruptly, as it'll likely slip from his fingers, if he keeps going. Sets it down on Will's bed. There's no harm in taking the bed. At least not until Dr. Tank bothers him, but hopefully that won't be for awhile. He's not exactly a fan of hospitals? Not that this is a proper one, still. But, you know. The beds are nice.
The hell does he say. How does he start this. It comes back to that. ]
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It's a bit miraculous to watch in person. There's a visible moment after his comment where Alex can almost see that black mist again. A weight strong enough to send people off to insanity or despair. But all it takes is one long breath in and out for it to be rallied against. The desire for surrender goes in and out, once, a single tide, but doesn't come back. ]
Look after her. If you can. ...Yggdrasil got both of us, but she got hit worse.
[ And honestly, just go lock the door. Tank can yeet himself off the moonbase for all he cares. The remote is used only to adjust to a better sitting position for conversations. Not as bad as the first few days, mere knives digging through nerves instead of impaling. Barely reads past the painkillers. Alex can appreciate this short time for what it is: a moment of peace.
Before the :beegun: emote. ]
I assume you're here to talk about the messages.
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[ And then Will just comes for his life. Alex coughs, looking away starkly and grimacing. ]
I- I was-
[ No longer making eye contact, at all. ]
...I was gonna get to it eventually.
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[ There's your proof he's fine Alex: he's being a total asshole again. ]
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He starts soft and carefully. ] I... Could you hear all that? Before?
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Two weeks then. And it takes another two weeks to shake it off again, remember there's a question. ] Yes. Stopped using it around- [ The exact time comes back as sand. ] Not important. Input still worked. Output wasn't worth the effort.
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I really... I wouldn't've done it, if I knew. I wasn't thinking. Sorry.
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All thoughts of results are tossed aside. Already went a little too far into honesty once, may as well just go all in. Heart to Heart. ]
Glad you did. It's not wrong to ask for help sometimes. Wasn't me, but at least someone was able to answer.
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Yeah, Lion really- how, uh- how's- [ ...A brief pause, as Alex realizes he's known Lion for months, had a big, very emotionally intimate moment and everything, but doesn't- he can't place a pronoun, and it's a little distracting.
Will is Lion's... Lion's person. Taking a pause is bad. ] -'s Lion doing? [ His voice cracks. ] I- haven't gotten the chance to really, ya know, talk, since we, uh. We got back.
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Another less-used method, is to kick out the chair they're sitting on. Disrupt the feedback loop of negativity with something else. ]
You sure like repeating the brat's name. You forget pronouns exist?
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N- no! No, I- I didn't. I didn't.
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[ This is said with all the vindictive joy of a cat who's just found a stuffed mouse and baps it. Only once, but once is enough. ]
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H-- hh- s- [ Tongue-tied, slowly, slowly gazing up, wracking his brain to remember every conversation- ]
I. I don't know?
[ can i get an f in the chat ]
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The mouse gets bapped in the other direction. ] Lion's been doing better. Still a bit messed up after the... everything. My fault entirely. Though you should probably follow up after... that. Might do you both some good.
[ motherfucker didn't use a single pronoun ]
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Is he being fucked with. Is Will fucking with him. This is a hospital, Will, and you're fucking with him-
Alex clears his throat and rolls one very stiff shoulder, deciding it's best to steer away from this conversation if he wants to have any sort of... Does he want catharsis? Eh. Jury's out. ]
H- uh. You- you hear about that...then? [ He's still in the throes of panic, so he doesn't dive right back down to the self-deprecation station quite yet, but. ] I just...kinda wanted... You know. Give some space, after I...exploded. Everywhere.
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But that's later. For now, there's just a short noncommital noise of agreement, buying time to consider words. ] Not full details. Figured you wanted your privacy. But I know... [ About The Illusion. ] Enough.
[ He doesn't get the time to fret about it, nor spiral into depression, before he's emotionally kneecapped with a shotgun. ]
Which is an invasion of privacy. If you want to leave, I'll drop it ever happened. Delete the records, if you'd like.
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What...? No, I... Can you do that? Just make yourself forget things? I- I'd think it like a...just a metaphor, but-
[ But he's talked to you too much, Will. ]
...I wouldn't want that.
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[ It is not normal at all. But it's fine. Alex's other knee gets shot out while he's horrified. ]
You said you wouldn't have done it. Now you say you wouldn't want to erase the fact you did. Learn consistency.
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No, I- it's not the same thing, I mean- I wouldn't've done it 'cause I didn't realize I was unloading all that on someone who could- could hear me, erasing a thing you know like a memory, that's-
[ ...Oh. Oh, he actually stops for a moment, and his brows crease, and he feels his mouth go dry. ]
...That's different. To make someone unknow something like that. That's... It's different.
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He's so very tired of killing monsters. ]
You're being dense again. [ Wow??? Ru- ] But I don't want a fight over semantics. If you're trying to apologize for talking, m'not taking it. There's nothing to apologize for. So I won't forgive you.
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[ It's spoken with a low, annoyed groan, but also with some distance. He's- fuck, he's rubbing his head, trying to sort through something just out of his reach. He's distracted. ]
Fine, then. I'm- I'm still sorry for not listening to you. [ He did, really, but- well, people needed his help, didn't they? Stupid. Always putting that first without realizing...he could get them hurt instead. ] ...Not considering the consequences.
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Still not listening to me. You know I was talking about you, right? The consequences to yourself.
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[ But there's something on the tip of his tongue, something-- ]
I-I know I fucked myself up but good with all that. Believe me, I saw that, with the...
[ Fuck. Damn it, no, no matter how much he tries to focus on it, it's not there. ]
Wonderland. All the twisted shit. Put that on full display.
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You are not responsible for what you did in Wonderland.
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what a good icon
the instructions i gave luc were "an icon specifically for trolling will"
luc continues to be perfect
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