[ You're lucky technology is more amazing than you, Yusuke. It's a moment longer once again before the little ellipses kick up a response proper, even if it hardly requires any thought. ]
It is certainly not the worst living arrangement I have endured not by far no
You and your company have been most accommodating these past few months
[ She has enjoyed it very much. ]
Rampant thievery notwithstanding dare I say things have been almost nostalgic
[ Even if she's more or less just saying that they're not the absolute rock-bottom roommates, it's a little surprising. She'd have every reason to dislike it by now, displaced as they've been—her in particular. ]
Nostalgic, you say. Did you come from a full house once before?
[ On the contrary, they're probably the best roommates she's ever had, or at least the best she's had in a long damn time. The last she knew of the Nightwings were a close second, fondly remembered, but it was only one of them she dealt with in any sort of intimacy akin to this. ]
Of a sort
A blackwagon actually
Of course faces and names do tend to change a handful of times over the course of 800 years of travel but there was very nearly always a wagon
Always cramped full of incompetent misfits scraping out existences on the perpetual border of misery but I always had my place
[ A brief pause, in the sudden spam of wistful text. Is it wistful? Certainly not. Her place was a safe constant, upon the cluttered table nestled between Books and lute, but it was also her place to be a means to an end. ]
I would hazard to say that I have a bit more of a comfortable one here
[ He wonders what difference it makes to live in a wagon versus a home for someone without a body—was she aware of her own travels? Could she sense somehow how rocky the roads were for herself, or the things that surrounded her? Or was it always through the eyes of whoever she lived with?
...Better than being alone, in any case. 800 years of quietude sounds maddening. ]
I see. [ He's glad to hear it. ] Well, that much hasn't changed. We too are but misfits carving out our space in the world. But I'm learning... as that space expands, the harder it is to protect it. I'm sorry if you've felt unsafe.
It seems there is always enlightenment to be gained even here
Best to keep those spaces small Yusuke there is little merit to stretching oneself too thin for those who can or may not return the favor
But do not worry your head over me it has been quite some time since I have felt unsafe
You understand it is a bit difficult to feel such when death and dismemberment have become impossibilities
[ Bit difficult to feel such when death would be a far greater blessing than it would be a tragedy. But she had, for the first time in forever, experienced some sort of compromise. Experienced her mind collapsing and turning against itself with whatever foul witchings the kidnappers had bestowed upon her, that she is still attempting to shake. Perhaps it was safe to say that she had felt scared, in the end. Being finally stripped down to the insanity she so rightfully deserves after all this time in exile. ]
Perhaps I have found myself quite repeatedly inconvenienced since finding my place among you and your friends but you have all just as repeatedly come to fetch me in the end
For that you ought to be given some form of credit
Perhaps so. I must sound naive to someone so long-lived. But I've found it's dangerous to keep the heart so cloistered, too. Better to open it to tragedy than rob oneself of happiness.
[ There's value in a wider perspective as well. But the point is: ]
I wouldn't have met you all otherwise. A year ago, I would've declined a spot in yet another busy home. And then you would be short someone who'd worry about your well-being in your stead.
[ Maybe she might not fear death, but he does. And there's worse besides; the world can be so genuinely ugly, cruel beyond the lengths of his imagination. He worries. She should too. ]
If you ever wish to sound less so you would do well to remember that your tragedy is ultimately quantifiable
[ Though it is more her circumstance than her immortality that inclines her to strive for thicker skin. After all. It isn't as if she can protect anyone in kind. As the days grow more dangerous, her value plummets somehow further. And yet they still choose to keep her around and worry. ]
But neither am I here to rob you of your happiness
Nor I suppose mine for the moment do excuse me
It is far from the most unpleasant band of misfits you could have chosen to finally make yourself a part of Yusuke and I am grateful it has drawn you to some sort of fulfillment as well as our paths to a crossing point
Do not mistake my apathy for total displeasure
If our arrangement strays from enjoyable territory you shall all catch an earful of that I can assure you
[ She appreciates you all a great deal more than she cares to admit, mostly to herself. ]
[ He's still growing, still learning. Even now, it's difficult for him to gauge people sometimes. A work in progress. With Sandra it's especially difficult, what with the lack of body language—he's better with visual cues. But if she says she doesn't completely dislike them, that's something.
...Maybe he'd been too quick to assume it was more than that. But one feels what they feel—man is slave to sentiment. Besides, it seems she finds their arrangement tolerable enough despite all the mishaps lately, so he'll take the small victories. That said, ]
Red and I are in the midst of reconstructions. Your usual pedestal included, of course.
I trust if it isn't to your liking you'll let us know that as well. But I'm certain that when we're finished, it will outshine our last work by far.
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If you are so inclined
What is it you wish to know
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Also, with her blessing, he'll get straight to the point. ]
Do you enjoy living with us?
[ He's aware enough to realize things have been turbulent lately. One too many robberies in their own home, and all that. ]
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It is certainly not the worst living arrangement I have endured not by far no
You and your company have been most accommodating these past few months
[ She has enjoyed it very much. ]
Rampant thievery notwithstanding dare I say things have been almost nostalgic
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Nostalgic, you say.
Did you come from a full house once before?
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Of a sort
A blackwagon actually
Of course faces and names do tend to change a handful of times over the course of 800 years of travel but there was very nearly always a wagon
Always cramped full of incompetent misfits scraping out existences on the perpetual border of misery but I always had my place
[ A brief pause, in the sudden spam of wistful text. Is it wistful? Certainly not. Her place was a safe constant, upon the cluttered table nestled between Books and lute, but it was also her place to be a means to an end. ]
I would hazard to say that I have a bit more of a comfortable one here
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...Better than being alone, in any case. 800 years of quietude sounds maddening. ]
I see. [ He's glad to hear it. ]
Well, that much hasn't changed.
We too are but misfits carving out our space in the world.
But I'm learning... as that space expands, the harder it is to protect it.
I'm sorry if you've felt unsafe.
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Best to keep those spaces small Yusuke there is little merit to stretching oneself too thin for those who can or may not return the favor
But do not worry your head over me it has been quite some time since I have felt unsafe
You understand it is a bit difficult to feel such when death and dismemberment have become impossibilities
[ Bit difficult to feel such when death would be a far greater blessing than it would be a tragedy. But she had, for the first time in forever, experienced some sort of compromise. Experienced her mind collapsing and turning against itself with whatever foul witchings the kidnappers had bestowed upon her, that she is still attempting to shake. Perhaps it was safe to say that she had felt scared, in the end. Being finally stripped down to the insanity she so rightfully deserves after all this time in exile. ]
Perhaps I have found myself quite repeatedly inconvenienced since finding my place among you and your friends but you have all just as repeatedly come to fetch me in the end
For that you ought to be given some form of credit
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But I've found it's dangerous to keep the heart so cloistered, too. Better to open it to tragedy than rob oneself of happiness.
[ There's value in a wider perspective as well. But the point is: ]
I wouldn't have met you all otherwise.
A year ago, I would've declined a spot in yet another busy home.
And then you would be short someone who'd worry about your well-being in your stead.
[ Maybe she might not fear death, but he does. And there's worse besides; the world can be so genuinely ugly, cruel beyond the lengths of his imagination. He worries. She should too. ]
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[ Though it is more her circumstance than her immortality that inclines her to strive for thicker skin. After all. It isn't as if she can protect anyone in kind. As the days grow more dangerous, her value plummets somehow further. And yet they still choose to keep her around and worry. ]
But neither am I here to rob you of your happiness
Nor I suppose mine for the moment do excuse me
It is far from the most unpleasant band of misfits you could have chosen to finally make yourself a part of Yusuke and I am grateful it has drawn you to some sort of fulfillment as well as our paths to a crossing point
Do not mistake my apathy for total displeasure
If our arrangement strays from enjoyable territory you shall all catch an earful of that I can assure you
[ She appreciates you all a great deal more than she cares to admit, mostly to herself. ]
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[ He's still growing, still learning. Even now, it's difficult for him to gauge people sometimes. A work in progress. With Sandra it's especially difficult, what with the lack of body language—he's better with visual cues. But if she says she doesn't completely dislike them, that's something.
...Maybe he'd been too quick to assume it was more than that. But one feels what they feel—man is slave to sentiment. Besides, it seems she finds their arrangement tolerable enough despite all the mishaps lately, so he'll take the small victories. That said, ]
Red and I are in the midst of reconstructions. Your usual pedestal included, of course.
I trust if it isn't to your liking you'll let us know that as well. But I'm certain that when we're finished, it will outshine our last work by far.