..Being accused for murder doesn't feel good. It feels like you're being backed into a corner. [ Goes quiet for a moment, thinking back to Heaven. When everyone looked at them. ] Feels worse when the pieces of the story is there to say it could only be you, but everything in you believes otherwise.
[ If there's anything they do remember, it's that. ] ..Even so, I didn't want you feeling like you're alone here.
[She makes a sort of face at the opener like no, really?? who could have thought.
But ultimately she listens. Still hot in the chest and a bit across the cheeks, ire stoked, but it's better platitudes than she expected. There's no making her feel less alone at the moment. But heard counts for something.]
[ At that, they grow quiet but, there's a nod. It's not the best kind of memories to think back on. Ones they would much rather forget, funny enough. But they don't. Not when it haunts them even in their sleep. ]
..It was. Back in Heaven, I wasn't.. really thinking about it. I wasn't in the right mind. I just remember a lot of anger.
[ (You remember.. wanting to tear things open, rip apart, shred, ruin until there was nothing left.) ] People looked at me like a monster, and.. maybe they're right for it. But it hurt. Hurt so much I didn't know what to do. So I understand it enough.
It does hurt. And especially if what they're accusing you of doing is hurting someone you cared for. Very deeply.
[She looks into their eye, feeling a little bruised. Still on her own behalf, but now much moreso on theirs. Rosamund sets a hand to their shoulder, gentle. Across her arm words begin to sprawl.
LOSS OF AUTONOMY.]
I remember how close you were with Uruha too. And with Marcoh. I can't imagine how difficult it must have felt.
(You don't... did you tell her.. about them before?)
(No.. no, you didn't. You haven't. Not to anyone. Not yet.)
(Unless.. you don't remember? No, no you remember you remember. You haven't. What is she talking about?)
It sends a chill down their spine, freezing as they accept this hand on their shoulder as gentle as it is. Staring at the words sprawling across, their own glowing through the cloak over them of FORGOTTEN over and over. ]
Adapt, go with the script, play along. Even as more questions arise. ]
..Uru and Marc were very important to me. They were.. family. The worst of it all was hurting them. [ ..Another breath, bringing their gloved hand to settle on hers. A small, gentle squeeze. ] Being in this situation is difficult.
Rosamund almost takes her hand back. The sudden stiffness maybe should be expected. Siffrin always was skittish about touch, but it's the look they give her paired with it that gives her pause.
Then they seem to gather theirself. Adjust and carry on. It must just be hard to talk about, even now.]
I know. It's just...very, very hard to feel like you can do anything that fixes it, when you love them that much. If anything can be fixed? Maybe patched over is a better way to put it. I don't know.
[But she smiles. Even if this still does feel like an insinuation of her guilt, it's the heart of the matter that warms her.]
Thank you. I'm sorry you had to go through it too, Siffrin.
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..Being accused for murder doesn't feel good. It feels like you're being backed into a corner. [ Goes quiet for a moment, thinking back to Heaven. When everyone looked at them. ] Feels worse when the pieces of the story is there to say it could only be you, but everything in you believes otherwise.
[ If there's anything they do remember, it's that. ] ..Even so, I didn't want you feeling like you're alone here.
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But ultimately she listens. Still hot in the chest and a bit across the cheeks, ire stoked, but it's better platitudes than she expected. There's no making her feel less alone at the moment. But heard counts for something.]
...Was it like that for you, Siffrin? Before?
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..It was. Back in Heaven, I wasn't.. really thinking about it. I wasn't in the right mind. I just remember a lot of anger.
[ (You remember.. wanting to tear things open, rip apart, shred, ruin until there was nothing left.) ] People looked at me like a monster, and.. maybe they're right for it. But it hurt. Hurt so much I didn't know what to do. So I understand it enough.
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[She nods, but not happily so.]
It does hurt. And especially if what they're accusing you of doing is hurting someone you cared for. Very deeply.
[She looks into their eye, feeling a little bruised. Still on her own behalf, but now much moreso on theirs. Rosamund sets a hand to their shoulder, gentle. Across her arm words begin to sprawl.
LOSS OF AUTONOMY.]
I remember how close you were with Uruha too. And with Marcoh. I can't imagine how difficult it must have felt.
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(You don't... did you tell her.. about them before?)
(No.. no, you didn't. You haven't. Not to anyone. Not yet.)
(Unless.. you don't remember? No, no you remember you remember. You haven't. What is she talking about?)
It sends a chill down their spine, freezing as they accept this hand on their shoulder as gentle as it is. Staring at the words sprawling across, their own glowing through the cloak over them of FORGOTTEN over and over. ]
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Adapt, go with the script, play along. Even as more questions arise. ]
..Uru and Marc were very important to me. They were.. family. The worst of it all was hurting them. [ ..Another breath, bringing their gloved hand to settle on hers. A small, gentle squeeze. ] Being in this situation is difficult.
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I'm sorry you're going through it, Rosamund.
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Rosamund almost takes her hand back. The sudden stiffness maybe should be expected. Siffrin always was skittish about touch, but it's the look they give her paired with it that gives her pause.
Then they seem to gather theirself. Adjust and carry on. It must just be hard to talk about, even now.]
I know. It's just...very, very hard to feel like you can do anything that fixes it, when you love them that much. If anything can be fixed? Maybe patched over is a better way to put it. I don't know.
[But she smiles. Even if this still does feel like an insinuation of her guilt, it's the heart of the matter that warms her.]
Thank you. I'm sorry you had to go through it too, Siffrin.