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"I've got good news for you," the doctor smiled. "It's twins."
“What do you mean it’s twins.” You sit down in the chair next to Lilura and fumble for her hand. “But I—”
“Looks like you’ve got the family curse, too,” your half-sister quips.
You think you may need a minute.
Adam: Reflect on the wisdom of Singing at spenih to get her down from 'festering.
That was dumb. That was really, really dumb. You can tell when she stops flailing about and strikes at you. Another burst of pain, even as your body’s agonized already, centered on your throat.
You fucked up! That seems to be all you’re doing this session. Fucking asshole coplayers. Fucking romantic drama. Fucking Ock dying. Fucking Eleria.
You slam the laptop shut. Luckily, you have an idea. It’ll make everything better. Everything will finally be okay.
Lilura hurts, Ockzel frets.
“But she got bruised up in that last fight-“
“Zel, she can take care of herself, and she’s sessions away. Sit.”
“But I just-“
“Zel.”
“But-“
Pap.
Flustered noise.
Pap!
“But—”
PAP.
“… okay. Okay.”
Their eyes are dark and empty.
It’s the daymare she sends you whenever you start drifting. You see Li, you see Kam, Nisica, the other kids on the beach. Floating in the pools, sprawled on the sand, dying the world a rainbow of horror. Your inaction, you know, caused this. They stare at you, accusing.
You wake up screaming and claw for the bottle, just to stop the shaking.
Pipes/Snaplock/Ock, ashdate gone wrong.
Despite it all, you really can’t regret teaching them how to make gunpowder.
Grocerystore!Ock: Make her pay
You put your thumb on the measure. You’ll charge her a few extra dollars.
You might be a little petty. But she’s a jerk.
The scholars discuss constantly. How much death is too much? How little is too little? How quick or slow should a death be, and how painful or painless? And, perhaps most importantly, whom should they kill? A shoddy sacrifice is a sin, after all - like spitting in their inspiration's face. There are a thousand sects. But they can at least agree that destruction is a sacrament.
Ockzel stares at you for a moment, spits out a chunk of maroon flesh at your feet, and goes to brush his teeth.
[>Ockzel: Have inadvised makeouts with Heries.]
This is a terrible idea and you will regret it in the evening. For now, though, you will bit at her as nastily as she bites at you, claws digging into gray skin and leaving purple scratches. Every noise she makes is a victory. You intend to win.
