pc ♠ wiš'adel

[fried]

this is the only time i will spell her name the whole way

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[fried]

[ his ears pin back. misery. ]

The last conversation I had with him was about whether or not I regretted befriending the people here.

[sarkazm]

Did he say anything about whether he did?

[fried]

No. [ ... ] He didn't talk about himself to me, much.

[sarkazm]

...yeah, sounds like him, all right.

[a little touch of something fonder.]

He's so secretive that I don't think he even notices he's doing it, half the time. I asked him if what he told me about himself would be accurate-- he said he's capable of telling the truth, then got a little flustered when I pointed out he was dodging around just saying that he'd be honest.

[fried]

[ i think that the emotion here is kind of just. dull. he's not even really sad or void or anything about it, he's just off. ]

Mm. That sounds about right, yes.

[sarkazm]

[taking one of his hands and just. squeezing it a little bit. c'mon, earth to jiaoqiu.]

I'm probably gonna write and yell at him a little later.

[fried]

[ he holds it just fine, but it's kind of like trying to get an old car to start, emotion wise. ]

That's all we can do. [ ... ] Wis'adel. If this does happen to me, I'd very much prefer to not be chased like that, I think.

[sarkazm]

You won't.

[immediate, firm.]

I won't let anyone.

[fried]

I know you won't.

[ ... ]

Thank you.

[sarkazm]

If it's ever you-- I promise I'll find you.

[she swears.]

...just tell me now what you want me to do about it.

[while he's himself, while it's safe.]

[fried]

[ a pause, and then: ]

If I'm the only one, vote for me. But if I'm one of two, and you know the identity of the other, give me a moment to say goodbye, and then you can run me through, if you'd like.

[sarkazm]

...all right. Straightforward enough!

[what she doesn't say is-- if he's lost his mind, she's seen enough of him that she thinks she can handle it. she'll be prepared for whatever he can throw at her; wis'adel keeps to herself that she knows better than to let her guard down just because he can't see, just because he's frailer.

there'll be a knife in her back if she gives him the chance, so she won't.]

[fried]

[ she knows him well enough to know that he would indeed be a sneaky shit about it, so - he trusts her.

silence, for a moment. ]

What about you, Wis'adel? What should I do, if I suspect you.

[sarkazm]

... I don't want it to have to be you.

[she says, with a little shake of her head. not him, after everything.]

So just tell 'em. Let me fight. I don't care if I go through that whole mess-- I'd rather look at it and see what's coming than get a knife in my back.

[fried]

[ he just. pulls her a little closer so he can sidehug her for a bit. ]

Alright. [ misery, misery, misery, but - yeah. okay. he can do that for her. ]

[sarkazm]

...sorry. I know there's no good answers for this, doc.

[she lets an arm settle around him, tail curled in his, but with that misery, she just can't work up any helpful emotions.]

If you can't expose me to all of 'em, then tell Anders. He'll probably say it.

[fried]

[ it's okay, he doesn't expect her to, really. just having her here is enough. ]

That's true. He will. [ ... ] I can only hope it won't come to that.