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[synanthrope]

Do dead men dream?

What do you dream about?

What would the dead have to dream about? What would they have to think about? Today they came back from the dead. Do the walking dead have a pulse? Vampires?

Bloodsuckers?

Does breathing hurt after you haven't done it?

[A pause.]

Happy Easter.

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[synanthrope]

You don't have faith in my ability to remember?

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[dignity_misery]

No.

[She doubts Saya lets much go at all.]

It... doesn't surprise me he would change his mind.

[She reaches out to touch the shoe, both hands curving around her foot.]

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[synanthrope]

[She lets Carla do that, watching her carefully]

Would you change yours?

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[dignity_misery]

Change it to what...

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[synanthrope]

To the opposite of what you feel now.

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[dignity_misery]

I already hate you, Saya.

[Hence why she's sitting at your feet, admiring your shoes and petting your calf. Carla has never been good at being anything but messy with her delineations.]

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[synanthrope]

[Saya's head tilts, and there's another puff of pheromone]

And why would you hate me?

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[dignity_misery]

[She inhales shakily, her head lowering against Saya's leg.]

Because you're terrible.

[But said with such fawning.]

Stronger than I am.

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[synanthrope]

Without a doubt.

[Saya moves her leg along Carla's face, gently]

But that's hardly a reason to hate me.

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[dignity_misery]

It... hn.

[Her eyes close.]

Is, when I want you to be...

[She hadn't given up everything to reassert herself against Barbet just to fall into her web instead. Then again, it's herself she hates for that, not Saya.]

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[synanthrope]

You want me to be weak.

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[dignity_misery]

[God no. She inhales sharply through grit teeth, tilting her head to stare up at her pathetically.]

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[synanthrope]

[Saya laughs]

Hello, Carla.

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[dignity_misery]

[Not the first time Saya has laughed at her, she takes it in placidly, hasn't lifted her head an inch and she murmurs,]

Hello, Saya... You could pet me.

[She hates herself already, just hearing it slip out of her mouth.]

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[synanthrope]

You're not a dog.

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[dignity_misery]

You hate them anyway.

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[synanthrope]

[Saya's fingers are in Carla's hair, then.]

Better?

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[dignity_misery]

[It is, much better.]

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[synanthrope]

[Saya just runs her fingers there, even though it's not natural for her, it feels strange]