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Your wworlds havve been destroyed. WWhat part of that message wwas unclear?
Abandon the childish notion of evventual return; it's avversivve to behold.

[filtered to ahri, chidori, and the signless]

If you are still unawwares, I must advvise against exploration of floor twwenty-four.

[filtered to her imperious condescension]

[...

except not, so just have a few milliseconds of static before hanging up!!! if returned, he'll get back to her once he's paced the room thirty or so times.]

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Nothing I cannot handle, I assure you.

Wherever is convenient.

[...]

If you would like to in person, I am located on [insert number of floor where terminals are located horf].

[Such silences, Dualscar.]

I'll be there shortly.

[just. chillin at his terminal, looking rather bored. she may notice that he has two arms now, which is a... plus. maybe. at least for him.]

[Having all his limbs intact is indeed a very good thing. Either way, Chidori comes up behind him with the faintest rattle of the chains on her axes as warning, hands settling on his shoulders and chin settling atop his head.]

...are you alright?

[Don't think she doesn't notice when you're even more stand-offish than usual.]

[she knows him well. too well, one should add-- not without sympathy. he'd tense at first, but then relax as the sound is recognized, her touch soothing.]

I am fine.

[only somewhat a lie. after all, it's hard for him to be considered fine by any standards of normalcy.]

[Her fingers tighten on his shoulder, squeezing briefly, and then she pulls away to move to his side, looking down at him. Her expression is curious in the way few would recognize, and she tilts her head back the way she's come.]

Shall we talk somewhere more private?

[he, legitimately, hasn't the faintest idea as to what she wishes to speak of-- then again, supposes she needn't have a reason for such. perhaps it was gamzee's culling? something else? he nods and stands, tucking his chair in after him.]

Lead the way.

[unless she wants to end up in a closet again. always an option.]

[She dips her head in a nod and turns crisply on her heel, leading the way away from the terminal and toward the stairs. She'd prefer a much more pleasant environment to have a conversation with him in, so it's up to the meadow that she heads, picking idly at the folds of her skirt.]

...was the food in the Labyrinth your doing?

[A simple enough question before they really got started talking, in her opinion. After all, if he'd been helping her, she ought to thank him.]

[dualscar follows, remaining only a few steps behind. as their destination has yet to be revealed, he can't protest much against the meadow— possibly one of his least favorite floors of many (majority, actually), if only for its.. strangeness. but alas, he trusts her.

he wonders how long this codependency of his can last, before it mutates itself into something more.]

'Course. You didn't think I'd sit idly by and watch as you starved, did you?

[despite his affectionate (read: worrisome) thoughts, the tone is rather biting.]

[Their destination should become apparent on the floor below, because Chidori slows her progress on the staircase marginally, pausing to look over her shoulder as she considers his answer.]

No, though I was not aware the food had been a donation until well after the experiment.

[Then again, her main concerns during the labyrinth had been her boys and their survival and not much else- though speaking of which-]

...thank you though. It was a lot of help- to all of us.

[Even though she figured he likely hadn't intended it to be of any help to anyone but her.]

[he really, really would rather she had. he very nearly sneers at the use of 'us', but manages to refrain. sharing was okay. he could do with her sharing. sometimes. it was just him and sharing her he was having to become accustomed to. but whatever made her happy.]

You're welcome.

[a beat.]

I would have taken your place, had I been able to.

[and he means it, of course. though it stings to admit that he had been incapable of doing much beyond just as he'd stated-- sitting idly by.]

[She stops at the meadow, and then turns to start walking further into it, taking her time as she strides through the flowers.]

I wouldn't wish that ordeal on an enemy- [well, maybe the SEES girl]- much less my moirail. You did more than enough, Dualscar.

[She finally stops a good way away from the stairs and settles neatly, and hesitates only a moment before patting the ground beside her.]

Come sit.

[he does as he's bid to, sitting himself comfortably next to her. despite her words, he still can't feel that it's... enough.

he would make it up to her. soon. somehow. he already owed her so much it seemed. he remains in silent acknowledgement of her words for the most part, eyes cast downward as he waits for her to continue speaking.]

[She lets herself lean against him a little, shoulder pressed against his arm. He's much bigger than her, and she's always known that, but somehow she'd always felt like she was the one who should be taking care of him. Realizing he'd tried to do the same while she was in the labyrinth had made her wonder why she hadn't thought it would need to go both ways.

And after finding out people had been able to see as much as they had, it had made her wonder if she even could do what he needed. Considering the sometimes tenuous state of her own mental well-being, was she even fit to tell him what not to do?]

...did you watch it all? Everything that happened?

[Did you see what she'd done, in the end? What she could be capable of?]

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