Audience: Vira Lillie

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Comments

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It isn't us that's in charge of all of this. It's you. You're all making the decisions here. You do what you will, Vira.

The dead are dead, and I'm not even sure the indulgence at the end will be enough. [...] This isn't a scolding for not doing enough. I'm telling you I don't know what will happen.

[chevaleros]

Fair enough. We have been tearing ourselves down from day one, I suppose.

[ how much of their collective suffering has been self-induced, really? for the sake of a wish. her feelings on it are tepid, tired. ]

I'd like to see them come back, but we still have to make it out of this ourselves.

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[there's silence, for a moment, and then, genuinely:]

I would not be pleased to see you die.

[chevaleros]

[ for a moment, she is deeply unsettled. why are people concerned for her? what is she supposed to do with this? it takes her a second to unbury some real sentiment, honest but not without some struggle. ]

...I want you to be reunited with your family.

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[there's a little flicker of appreciation, of fondness.]

I will be, eventually.

[chevaleros]

[ stop she's going to die ]

Let us hope it's soon. [ anyway she's pretty good at not showing this, but she is awkward. ] Do you suppose they know we're gone? The ones we have at home?

[ it's more of an idle question than a serious one. ]

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[stop pride doesn't do feelings ever they're already dead]

Hope they don't. I'd come back to a world on fire, I imagine. [they look down at their claws, clacking them absently.] I guess I've had practice cleaning up messes around here, at least.