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[dignity_misery]

[Her voice is deep, melodious. She doesn't sing, but she does chant the little spell with a lilting air.]

Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn. Ladybird Ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children shall burn.

[And her tone changes with a snap, shouting:] Come look at me, you fucking bitch.

[Breath.]

I bet you're happy.

[Then quietly,] He was supposed to be the one to suffer.



[[ooc; Losing her shit after being cured of the plague, like I promised. Anyone who wants to just jump straight to action is welcome to. The folks she'd go to know who they are. For the rest, the doors are unlocked at the flat. Action threads come with a tw: self-harm.

This is also forward dated a few days, because I really don't tend to tag on weekends.]]

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private;

[dignity_misery]

[But that crisis is totally going to happen anyway.]

They will. They go back to their worlds and I'm nothing.

[Some of them were dead. Karl. Blonde. This was the only place she had with them.]

private;

[mortemscintilla]

[ He makes an irritable noise at the back of his throat. For all her barbs and dark trappings, she really is an idealist about mortality and power-play sometimes. And that idealism is going to make her interminably miserable. ]

You seem to think you're nothing anyway. What difference does it make?

[ It's not an insult so much as a frank observation. ]

private;

[dignity_misery]

I can be something.

[For them. Her ability to please herself was lost a long time ago.]

private;

[mortemscintilla]

If it's not for yourself, then it's not worth anything.

[ Shit happens. People leave. They lie. They betray. If you define yourself by them, your whole life will be a self-induced delusion. All smoke and mirrors and empty, pretty words. In the course of Hei's career, he's learnt that when it comes to self-worth, he has to have an exact figure in mind and never stray from it. It's what keeps him on the straight-and-narrow -- able to skim the surface of daily messes and move forward, instead of being pulled by his mind and emotions down a thousand different paths at once until he cracks along the faultlines and collapses. ]

private;

[dignity_misery]

I know that.

[But... you know.]

I don't want to be alone.

private;

[mortemscintilla]

[ Sigh. Here, Carla. Have a scrap of the only free advice he'll ever give you. ]

Everyone has to be alone at some point. Get used to it.

Otherwise you'll never get rid of the trash on your own terms.

[ It's child-simple. If you can't grasp that, then you are the trash. ]

private;

[dignity_misery]

I can't enact my own terms.

[Otherwise she would be deeead byyy noooooooow.]

private;

[mortemscintilla]

Then there's little for you to do but sit there and rot.

[ Harsh, but we never said he was Mr. Motivational Speaker 8( ]

private;

[dignity_misery]

[She knows. She's rotting.]

I know.