he comes to sit, and she slowly, slowly relaxes. her emotions are a little less Furious, now, but she's still angry, in that emotionally hungover way.]
It's alright. [a beat.] Your company is nice, too.
[That's totally valid. It's about how he felt last week, so he understands.
He wants, very badly, to say It's really not, because he knows what kind of vibes he's given off this week--what he carries with him every week, spilled out for everyone to see. But he doubts she'd like it if he said that, and he doesn't want to turn to the conversation to himself anyway.
Instead:]
I'm glad. [If he can bring her even a little peace or a small distraction, that's enough.] ...Did it help?
[He wants Matsui to live. He won't stop anyone from trying to convince him to do so. But... he just isn't sure it's in the cards. And if he goes, Rang goes with him.]
[yeah. that - well, listen, he says that and there's this horrible, very present hopelessness and sorrow that comes from her. it's overwhelming for her because she hasn't felt that since she was small. not like this, not this intently.
she doesn't cry because she doesn't know how to, anymore. instead, she just slides her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them.]
Yes. I know. [she'd realized that on friday, and it's been haunting her since.] I don't know how anybody could think otherwise.
[For as much as Kaveh's been wallowing in his own guilt, he is preternaturally attuned to other people, so. At that wave of emotion from her, he shifts, leaning over enough to press his arm against hers. For a litlte while, he's quiet, just letting that sit between them.]
I went to speak with Matsui. He's in the cathedral.
[Which she might already know, but. Just in case.]
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he comes to sit, and she slowly, slowly relaxes. her emotions are a little less Furious, now, but she's still angry, in that emotionally hungover way.]
It's alright. [a beat.] Your company is nice, too.
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He wants, very badly, to say It's really not, because he knows what kind of vibes he's given off this week--what he carries with him every week, spilled out for everyone to see. But he doubts she'd like it if he said that, and he doesn't want to turn to the conversation to himself anyway.
Instead:]
I'm glad. [If he can bring her even a little peace or a small distraction, that's enough.] ...Did it help?
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The fire? [a little heh.] No. I wish it did.
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[God, if only it helped.]
...Are you going to talk to her?
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Will you?
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[For the same reasons, really.]
...She killed three people. Not one.
[He wants Matsui to live. He won't stop anyone from trying to convince him to do so. But... he just isn't sure it's in the cards. And if he goes, Rang goes with him.]
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she doesn't cry because she doesn't know how to, anymore. instead, she just slides her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them.]
Yes. I know. [she'd realized that on friday, and it's been haunting her since.] I don't know how anybody could think otherwise.
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I went to speak with Matsui. He's in the cathedral.
[Which she might already know, but. Just in case.]