Mesure Un

[likehim_likeme]

[He's looking down at the device with a look that is both sardonic and wary.]

Is this where we are to meet again? Or is this my condemnation? How easily I could lay it all at your feet had it been your doing and not my choices. [He laughs bitterly.] Ah, I suppose I should be appreciative that this is neither Paris nor Hell, and that all the choices and sins I have brought upon myself have yet to touch this place.

[He sighs.] So long as there is something similar to a cabaret here, I suppose I have no complaints.

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[onlydancing]

The pain I must have caused you and Mother, when I left... But -- please understand... It was to save you both a much greater pain.

[The pain of dealing with her blindness. Her worthlessness. The darkness which is all she brings the people she loves. Lilith steps forward, searchingly leaning her cheek against Jean-Paul's shoulder. A soft gesture of trust and comfort. Her beloved brother - they still match perfectly in height, both of them a bit too short for their art form by contemporary standards, but partnering to perfection even so... If only she could still dance. Or just see him dance again. She swallows thickly.]

I lost everything, Jean-Paul.

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[likehim_likeme]

[He wraps his arms around her when she leans against his shoulder. It has been too, too long since he held her like this and yet his arms remember her form so well.

It occurs to him to tell her that he lost everything that mattered when she left, but he won't be so cruel to her, even if it is true.]

We have both lost everything now, Lilith. But perhaps we can regain some of what we've lost.

[Even if it is only just for them... maybe he can help her learn again. Maybe. He won't make her into a spectacle, as she would have been in Paris.

But maybe...]