who: Helena and others! what: March catchall log when: All month where: Across campus warnings: Potential gore, body horror, psychological horror in dreamscapes.
he tilts his head inquisitively, unable to take his eyes off helena. it's almost unfair, considering that she can't even see him in turn.
a scoff. ]
I already know you're too resilient for your own good. You just won't fuckin' die. But you're not exactly suited for survival, either. So what's the deal?
[ dito takes another step toward helena, arms uncrossing as he moves to throw them behind his head in an egregiously fake show of indifference. ]
What is it you're even here for?
[ even his previous mistresses could tell him as much.
even if the answers were stupid to him.
except zero's, but... hers was always a fool's errand, regardless.
not that his own isn't either, but considering where he's ended up for the past year...he doesn't think he's doing too badly. he's still alive, after all. he's still seeing blood, and ugliness, and guts, and...everything!
so he can't complain.
or at least he shouldn't. but then people like helena come around, and he can't help but get like this. ]
[she turns her head back his direction, so he can see her expressions again, particularly how her eyebrows raise at this question. she's still sitting, though, unwilling to give up her spot while he sorts out whatever thoughts he's having. hasn't he ever heard of things just happening in dreams? does there need to be something more?
(her standing there in that other school, asking him Is "because I wished to" so unsatisfactory?)
clearly, she's not here for her own sake. there's a thousand places she could be sent to wait while her body is repaired, while time ticks over. clearly, he won't accept a coincidence, wavering path overlapping with his own for a little while. that leaves really only one solid answer, doesn't it?]
Maybe I'm here for you.
[strange as that idea is.]
Because you wanted to talk to someone. Because you needed to remember that all of this isn't real, that you're free, and you couldn't do it on your own.
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[ dito mutters, his voice even for once.
he tilts his head inquisitively, unable to take his eyes off helena. it's almost unfair, considering that she can't even see him in turn.
a scoff. ]
I already know you're too resilient for your own good. You just won't fuckin' die. But you're not exactly suited for survival, either. So what's the deal?
[ dito takes another step toward helena, arms uncrossing as he moves to throw them behind his head in an egregiously fake show of indifference. ]
What is it you're even here for?
[ even his previous mistresses could tell him as much.
even if the answers were stupid to him.
except zero's, but... hers was always a fool's errand, regardless.
not that his own isn't either, but considering where he's ended up for the past year...he doesn't think he's doing too badly. he's still alive, after all. he's still seeing blood, and ugliness, and guts, and...everything!
so he can't complain.
or at least he shouldn't. but then people like helena come around, and he can't help but get like this. ]
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(her standing there in that other school, asking him Is "because I wished to" so unsatisfactory?)
clearly, she's not here for her own sake. there's a thousand places she could be sent to wait while her body is repaired, while time ticks over. clearly, he won't accept a coincidence, wavering path overlapping with his own for a little while. that leaves really only one solid answer, doesn't it?]
Maybe I'm here for you.
[strange as that idea is.]
Because you wanted to talk to someone. Because you needed to remember that all of this isn't real, that you're free, and you couldn't do it on your own.