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[firstworldproblem]

[It just goes directly to the beep.]

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[failedsafe]

[she scrubs her face

man does she even want to unpack that, she kind of wants to throw out the whole fucking suitcase after setting it on fire bon fucking voyage]

Yeah, and if...ultimately, I'd do it again if I had to, but I don't...I'm not really...stars I need a drink.

[firstworldproblem]

It was exceedingly cruel of me to ask that of you. You have my sincerest apologies.

[failedsafe]

Stop. Stop, it wasn't. She was homicidally hostile at the time and I don't...want to be someone who can't be relied on to look after her own unitmates especially if that means you dying.

[firstworldproblem]

We could have fled, but I decided to hold ground. There were many options available to us. Though do not think I am not appreciative. 'Tis true, I would have died without your aide.

But I think the toll on you was higher than if I had died. Death has little meaning to me. I'm nigh immortal and have shed my mortal vessel countless times.

[failedsafe]

Maybe, we could have, but maybe that wouldn't have worked, either. Especially since where we were was a dead end. Noooooooooooot exactly ideal.

I don't think it's that comparable because if it means killing someone or watching you die, both those options really, really suck! I get that death is Not A Big Deal to you, I can understand that concept objectively, but it's hard to reconcile that knowledge with what had already happened. I'd already seen you die and was not a fan, let me tell you. Or having seen anyone else I cared about, for that matter. Or anyone at all, really!

[firstworldproblem]

Would it help if you actually saw my form not bound by the rules of the Production? Would it ease your worries at all.

Though I am not trying to belittle your feelings on the matter. 'Tis traumatic and disheartening, but I would ease this burden if I could.

[failedsafe]

[she writes down]

It might? A little, if you would be willing to show me. I'll take anything, at this point.

[firstworldproblem]

[Gets up and motions to his room.]

It will require dreams. Come.

[failedsafe]

[She gets up and follows him]

[firstworldproblem]

[He gives her a sleeping potion.]

You don't mind these, do you?

[failedsafe]

Nope.

[she'll take one from him.]

[firstworldproblem]

[The he will take one and meet her in dreams.

It's a flat platform in the middle of daunting space. Very dark. Very purple. Very end boss.

Emet-Selch is standing on the edge looking out space which is filled with twinkling stars, a fond look on his face.]

[failedsafe]

[she'll meet him there on fire momentarily but that's gone]

Oh this is beautiful!

[firstworldproblem]

............... And what was the fire about?

[failedsafe]

[Drat. sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee considers lying or brushing it off entirely.]

...Just something I dream about before I stop it from happening.

[firstworldproblem]

[Motioning for her to come over.]

Tell me about it.

[failedsafe]

[she exhales, hesitates, and relents]

Not much to tell, really. I could say it was just the Sound, but that happened in the first place because my ren pretty much set me on fire for an experiment. Grand old time, that.

[firstworldproblem]

And does open flame now bother you, or simply your mind dwells on it in circles?

[failedsafe]

It's...more the latter than the former.

[not that the former doesn't bother her in certain circumstances but a lot of things bother her and she has a feeling will so maybe they'll just cancel themselves out]

[firstworldproblem]

[He holds out his hand for her.]

Tell me about this 'ren'.

[failedsafe]

Oh, that's what'd you call a parent where I'm from who is non-binary and they...the Director of a place called the Institute. I usually just call them the Professor. They're very determined and immensely intelligent. I don't remember everything about their personality but they are without peer in the field of magitech, particularly, and were promoted to the role of Director at a very young age for their accomplishments and capabilities.

They don't care for wastes of time, and will not suffer anything to interrupt their work. Everything is an experiment. Everything is data.

[firstworldproblem]

Sounds like a very heartless and soulless being. And they were your caretaker?

[failedsafe]

They aren't--they--the Institute is one of the pillars of humankind, dedicated to solving the perils plaguing the world. Pretty sure you can't have the job without caring about it or what happens to its people.

[firstworldproblem]

You absolutely can. Have you not seen memories of Five's father. Brilliant, striving to save the star, but he couldn't even muster a hug for his actual children.

I do not doubt this man's conviction. What I doubt is his ability to see those around him as more than tools.

[failedsafe]

[hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh

like

she knows that, conceptually and that...the Professor and Daddy Hargreeves probably have more similarities than she'd like but--]

Pretty sure he likes my brother just fine.