Honestly, I don't know if it is one or if I'm just taking shit in insane directions? But I know you well enough at this point to know you're not helpless, Jiaoqiu.
I'm flattered, I think. [ he doesn't seem bothered, at least. ] I did not kill Zhongli, if that's what you're suggesting. I don't think that I could apply enough force to bash someone's skull in, no matter how capable you think I am.
I did tell Marcoh that first week that there weren't enough explosions.
[ wryly. ]
Mm. I'm flattered. [ he rests a hand on her lower back, lightly. ] Try not to take advantage of that too much, my friend. I would not be able to accuse you.
[ like how he knew it was neverah maybe twenty minutes before everybody else but refused to say so - he'd be incapable of it here, too. ]
[ there's probably a little guilt there, too. because it's better for the souls to be expelled, if there's something wrong, but his heart is staggering along, here. he wouldn't argue the fact, he just knows he wouldn't be able to start the spark. ]
Yeah, well, we're just gonna have to live with that to some extent.
[there's a little more worry from her, but less the fretful sort and more just... it's the type of worry when you know something isn't going to get better. she doesn't wonder whether it'll be okay; she knows that it won't be. she's just concerned about how bad it's going to get.
and if there's a brief swell of something warmer in response to his own warmth, well, don't fucking look at her.]
Correction: it's that when they do try, I like to not let them.
[she knows how she is, and that is: difficult on purpose. wis'adel has said it before to others: there's a usefulness in being the crazy one, in being unpredictable, in being disliked and causing problems. in people coming to expect all of these of you.]
You really do have a type, though, huh? Ever been with your General?
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[she's quiet for a second, before she just sighs.]
...hey, lemme ask you something.
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[that's a more important question, to her, than just directly asking if someone was at fault.]
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... If it was me? Do you mean if I killed someone?
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[a little shrug, there.]
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I would, if I were able. [ headtilt, and then, slightly amused: ] Is this an accusation, my friend?
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I'm flattered, I think. [ he doesn't seem bothered, at least. ] I did not kill Zhongli, if that's what you're suggesting. I don't think that I could apply enough force to bash someone's skull in, no matter how capable you think I am.
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[it's a compliment from her, anyway.]
Sucks that we've got basically nothing to go on, though, except just staring everyone down waiting for them to act weird or something.
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Mm. [ he tilts his head back. ] That is the worst part about all of this, the fact that it's just... a waiting game.
Can I ask the same question of you, Wis'adel? Would you tell me, if it were you?
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[she has to make the joke... but, okay.]
...if I told anyone here, if I could-- yeah, it'd probably be you.
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[ wryly. ]
Mm. I'm flattered. [ he rests a hand on her lower back, lightly. ] Try not to take advantage of that too much, my friend. I would not be able to accuse you.
[ like how he knew it was neverah maybe twenty minutes before everybody else but refused to say so - he'd be incapable of it here, too. ]
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[she's not totally surprised, considering everything he's already gone through here, but. well.
it is still kind of surprising to hear someone say that to her, of all people. her tail brushes briefly against the hand on her back.]
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... Even then.
[ there's probably a little guilt there, too. because it's better for the souls to be expelled, if there's something wrong, but his heart is staggering along, here. he wouldn't argue the fact, he just knows he wouldn't be able to start the spark. ]
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[it's overpowering enough that she can feel it weighing on her, too-- the numbness, the helplessness of it. you and your `nihility`.
she grabs one of his hands more on reflex than anything, squeezing; c'mon, stay with her, no dissociating in bad vibes.]
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My apologies. This week is a little revealing, isn't it. [ she'd probably be upset if she knew how often that feeling sticks, but he's trying. ]
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[there's a little more worry from her, but less the fretful sort and more just... it's the type of worry when you know something isn't going to get better. she doesn't wonder whether it'll be okay; she knows that it won't be. she's just concerned about how bad it's going to get.
and if there's a brief swell of something warmer in response to his own warmth, well, don't fucking look at her.]
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Still. I'd prefer you didn't have to experience it. [ nyeh. ] I'm here.
[ he's not drifting off. ]
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[for now, but she decides not to say it. it's not pragmatism that's really needed, right now.]
So I guess you're just stuck with me.
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[ he teases, sliding his hand up her back to rest briefly against the back of her head. ]
Really, you're stuck with me. [ ... ] And in that case, would you like to join me in mapping out this place? I'd like to memorize the layout.
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[she says, after a moment-- that hand tracing up her back gets a little flick of her tail.]
You know, most people mean it when they say being stuck with me's a nightmare! But if you're fine with me leading, that's your business.
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Ah, if I had a fistful of credits for every time I followed a light haired woman with an attitude into battle...
[ he'd have two fistfuls but it's weird that it happened twice etc etc ]
I value your honesty, Wis'adel. You aren't that hard to get along with, it's only that people don't try.
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[she knows how she is, and that is: difficult on purpose. wis'adel has said it before to others: there's a usefulness in being the crazy one, in being unpredictable, in being disliked and causing problems. in people coming to expect all of these of you.]
You really do have a type, though, huh? Ever been with your General?
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[ tail swish. as for the question, he'd be more surprised but he's really kind of expecting this follow up so he just gives her a Look ]
That would be unprofessional.
[ this is not a no, ]
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[she doesn't let his hand go, for now, as she starts to lead him along. c'mon let's map this stupid place.]
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