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abandonware) wrote2018-07-07 11:21 am
abandonware) wrote2018-07-07 11:21 am
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[ it's been a bit since they've returned from struxta — he's been mostly MIA, and his voice is notably weaker than usual. ]
Did the Storm hurt you? I wanted to ask earlier, but...
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[She's not dead, which is her general interpretation of "fine."
A slight delay follows this.]
You sound strange.
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[ there's a beat. ]
I'm fine. I'm worried that...something's spreading.
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[Well that's not concerning or anything.]
...What's spreading?
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[ a silence. ]
The plants are dying. I noticed that the trees weren't bearing fruit, and then I tasted the soil. [ it's a farmer thing I'm so sorry A2 ] It's sick. That isn't good.
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Nor has she ever seen a farm. But anyway.]
...You're sick too.
[This is the conclusion she's come to.]
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[ "I don't get sick." ]
Are you saying this because I ate the dirt?
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[.......Maybe........]
You don't sound right.
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My sister had the Black Scrawl, and so did my mother. My mother passed away, and I spent almost everyday of my life taking care of my sister—
But not once did I catch it.
[ a pause. ]
I think whatever this is...it could hurt a lot of us. You have people here you care about, don't you? Watch over them. I'll help you.
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Covering her communication watch, she asks Pod what "Black Scrawl" is. There's nothing in its database, but it does have some basic information on the flu. It historically made humans experience a rise in temperature, loss of appetite, exhaustion and soreness. If a human was feeble, or too young or too old, the flu could get worse.
She goes over the people she knows here. 9S is her primary concern, as well as the humans. Nier himself, that teleporting kid, the other boy with the fluffy hair — 9S' friend, Akira. The girl who drew eyes, and that moose-girl? Jinba, was what she called herself. Konoha.
She hasn't seen the girl with the dog in a while. Even so.
A2 herself doesn't feel sick. She's tired, true, from their month long excursion. But not sick. The logic virus had never affected the plant life. According to Pod, the "flu" didn't do that either.
After a while, she responds to Nier:]
Stop concerning yourself with what I do.
[...]
Go rest, or whatever.
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[ he says it bluntly. ]
I care about you.
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What?
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...She doesn't even know why she's scrambling for anything, or why his response throws her off so much. I care about you, like it was so simple to say, or to believe.]
You —
You don't know anything about me.
[It's the only thing she can think of.]
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[ Conviction, the tree says. ]
Your life matters to me. That's all I need to know.
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...
Why did this become about me all of a sudden? You're the dumbass that's sick.
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I think it's just the lightning. Ah, I got struck a few times.
[ there's a pause. and then, as though he's smiling just a little— ]
You don't need to worry about me. I'll be fine. You should be using this time to rest. Maybe we can even have a picnic.
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[Her own run-in with the electrical current had been awful enough. Didn't humans die if they did stupid things, like get hit by lightning (multiple times, apparently??) and refuse to rest when they were sick?
Now he's coughing, too. For someone who was so concerned about her own (worthless) existence, he didn't seem to care at all about his own. What was that he'd said? I don't belong anywhere.
...
She sighs.]
I don't know what a picnic is. Go to sleep.
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[ he coughs again, but promptly swallows it down before it regresses into a fit. ]
A picnic is when you have lunch outside, on top the grass. Usually, you put the food in a basket and sit down on a tarp. The nature here is nice...it'd make for a good view.
[ it's a rarity, but a small and soft laugh escapes him. ]
You can have your first one here.
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[Said in the most "you're an idiot" tone of voice in history. She thinks of bursting his bubble by pointing out that she doesn't need to eat, nor does she have any desire to, but she's beginning to realize he'll stubbornly persist anyway. He'll say something stupid, like "you can still sit outside and enjoy nature," as if she's ever enjoyed anything before in her tragically small life.
He's so annoying. She doesn't know why she's putting up with this.]
If I do your stupid "picnic," will you sleep?
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And even if I could...it wouldn't matter to me.
[ he says it like he's so certain. like he knows it with every fiber of his being.
he doesn't exist. he is not living, nor is he dead. he is suspended in time, but freer than he has ever been.
he has already fulfilled his purpose. there is nothing to concern himself with beyond this point. ]
You have to tell me what food you're interested in first. I might make you taste test.
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......
I don't eat.
[He can't die? Everything could die.]
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It might be fun.
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[Eating was weird.]
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[ a selfish mantra, he is aware. living for yourself in a world that wants you dead is necessary at times.
and this woman is a good person. he felt that deep within his heart. ]
I'm making soup. Try some, please?
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It's selfish.
She doesn't even deserve to be alive, let alone to want anything.]
...I'll try it if you rest. That's the only way I'm agreeing.
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