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[week three - sunday]
[ It probably makes her a horrible person that all she can feel about Lissa's horrible death is a lingering sense of cold lodged in her gut. No screaming, no crying, no horror. Just ... empty, stinging cold.
She's a different person than she was yesterday and Friday. The past two days she's walked around expressionless, and when she hasn't been that, she's been screaming. One or the other, with no fair middle ground. But today there's just ... exhaustion. Her emotions are muted, but they're there.
A few hours after the execution finds her on the hotel's porch, her broken foot extended in front of her and Pluto at her side. She pets her dog's head slowly and mindlessly while she stares out at the little town, thinking everything and nothing at once.
It's only when she sees someone ... well, someone that matters that she pulls herself out of her reverie. ]
... hey, Shinnosuke.
[ She doesn't smile for him, no. But there is a softness on her face that suggests maybe the opposite of the ill will he's probably been hoping to see. ]
She's a different person than she was yesterday and Friday. The past two days she's walked around expressionless, and when she hasn't been that, she's been screaming. One or the other, with no fair middle ground. But today there's just ... exhaustion. Her emotions are muted, but they're there.
A few hours after the execution finds her on the hotel's porch, her broken foot extended in front of her and Pluto at her side. She pets her dog's head slowly and mindlessly while she stares out at the little town, thinking everything and nothing at once.
It's only when she sees someone ... well, someone that matters that she pulls herself out of her reverie. ]
... hey, Shinnosuke.
[ She doesn't smile for him, no. But there is a softness on her face that suggests maybe the opposite of the ill will he's probably been hoping to see. ]
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She laughs, rubbing a hand over her face and kind of ... shrugging? She doesn't know how she feels. That hand moves to simply rest on her cheek as she looks up at him. ]
... sorry?
[ .... #notsorry
With a sigh, her smile dims into something very faint, but warm. ]
I won't make you stay any longer. But, Shinnosuke...
[ Xion's smile leaves her as she looks up at him, perfectly inscrutable. ]
.... live. Please?
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[Damn her. Damn her for asking that of him, because there isn't a truthful answer he can give her that will make her happy. (Not that her happiness should be any of his concern.)
Anyone can die in this place. Her, him, someone else. Knowing that, this conversation is pointless. Forming cozy relationships is pointless. He's aware of that. He's painfully aware of his own idiocy here—his own weakness.
It's not just Xion, in the end.
He turns away to enter the hotel.]
That's what I plan on.
[But no promises.]