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[askoverkill]

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(You want to scream) (You want to tear into the nearest tree until your fingers are bloody) (Scream and scream until you prove to him YOU'RE STILL HERE!)

I'm not a ghost.

I know you're not. Change, Sif, I know you're not gone yet.

Then why-?

(Isabeau clears his throat, his mask falling down.) (Then gently, he takes your hand, and holds it tightly.)

It's because I love talking to you! Your stupid jokes, that little smirk you make before telling one. You're too nice, always listening and ready to give the best advice. You're someone I always want to be around.

And the way your hair curls around your face, the sparkle in your eye, you're so small and cute!

But… the blood that falls from your face. The stains in your clothes, the way the light leaves your eye. It's terrifying, it's like I'm watching you slip out from my fingers day after day.

I can't stand it. You're my best friend, and now our time together is over. It hurts. Change, Sif, it hurts to lose you like this.

When I'm around you, I can bask in your light and forget it, but then it comes crashing down all over again. So I just…

I just… don't.

(He doesn't hate you.)

[askoverkill]

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(The stairs creek as you ascend.) (But as you get closer, you pick up on a quiet voice.) (Who is that...?)

My little light moon, Gone again, too soon. Beneath the mountain peak, You will play hide and seek. How I wish I knew, Why’d you hide from view.

My guiding sunlight, Your path will be right. A duty I must bare, For all those that I care. Yet rest I do miss, My sweet dreams a bliss.

My newest twilight, Neither day nor night. I know as you come and go. My hopeful star will glow.  Our time is growing near, We’ll meet again, my dear.

In the sky above, Rest easy, my love. In my arms, so tight, Child sleeps tonight. My little moonshine, For now you are mine.

You're really good, dusk.

N-No I'm not, I'm not a singer... you're just saying that.

That's not what I meant. You're a great parent.

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[askoverkill]

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So... how do we do this?

I guess we just start. Do you have a shade preference?

Oh! Yes, I do! I love lightless. Hear that? LIGHTLESS.

Uh, sure! Same here. It's a good shade.

MHM, yes. It's the best. So what should I do with... my body?

Ummm... Just be natural with your poses, do whatever!

Okay, natural! How's this?

...That's great. You're awesome at this. But y'know, maybe you should try walking forward instead?

...Like this?

Kind of, move your hip and your shoulder more so like this?

There! Perfect, keep going. I've struck inspiration!

Oh-okay! Now what?

Go crazy! Go wild, I want to see you pose like you mean it! Go!

Ah! Ah, alright!

Great! Perfect!

I guess you could say I was the suitable choice for this.

Snrrk, that's seam-ingly so.

I'm plaid you like what I'm doing.

Heh, can I see?

AH-UHH, SIF!? D-don't startle me like that!

Sorry, but can I?

...S-sure.

(You look over the drawings...) (Is that really how he sees you?) (You...)

(Wow.) (You look fashionable and cool...) (This can't be you.)

Um........ thank you, Sif. That was- That was -yeah! Good.

Yeah, any time, Isa.

……..Right. We should sleep, before Odile catches us.

Okay, goodnight, Isa.

Mhm. Nighty night.

(You look forward to the next loop.) (That was kind of fun!)

[askoverkill]

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(You never knew this about Isabeau.) (He's always been so confident, even when your party had faced the worst.)

(But, lately, you've seen it.) (He's right, he has Changed.) (Even before you confessed, he started.)

(If he's Changing for the worst as the world ends, how will he recover?) (How can anyone recover from this?)

(You've been so certain you'd never see past your end…) (You forgot to think about the world you'll be leaving behind.)

(In time, will people rebuild? Heal? Feel whole?)

(Will Isabeau ever be happy with what he sees in that mirror?)

…Won't you have time to find out?

I'm not certain if the world will ever be normal again, but surely there'll be better times. I have to believe that.

Who would you want to be? If there's any good left to be had, who would you Change into?

…I'd change into a clothing designer. It's my secret passion. I'd love to open up a shop and… ha. If only I could dress you up, I bet you'd make a great model.

Huh? What? Me?

Ha, yeah. It's a bit embarrassing to say, but I've sketched some ideas on what'd that be like. It's not accurate, because you're always wearing that cloak of yours but…

(Oh!) (OHHH!) (That's why he reacts to you removing your cloak.)

(He gets excited that he can imagine you in different clothes…)

We could… still do that, tonight. If you want.

(keysmash)

I'd love to be your model. If you'd let me.

(keysmash)

(You think he's excited.) (That's what this is, right?) (Yay.)

Could we please?

Uhhmgmmmm sure? I guess we could do that alright!

Heh, okay. Tonight then.

And… thank you, Isa. For being my friend.

…Aw, Sif. Thank you too. I l-

Uh, uhhh, I care a lot about you!!!

(You feel…) (So warm.) (But it's not in a bad way.)

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(This… has been a lot.) (And you still…) (Oh stars, you still need to do this.)

(…But.) (You don't want to ruin this.) (It's been too long since you've been real.)

(You want your friend.) (You don't care about the fire anymore.)

Isabeau… tell me about yourself.

I don't know who I am anymore.

(You blink.) (The sun blinds your eye for a second.) (What?) (Eh, oh well.)

(You think about what Isabeau just said…)

What do you mean by that?

Change is destruction and you can't take it back.

…I used to be a nerd. It's hard to believe now, but I was the smartiest smart pants in the whole school. Neat braids, big glasses, the whole shebang. But I wasn't happy with myself.

I had all the smarts, but people scared me. I didn't know how to make friends, I didn't know how to even ask for the smallest thing. I'd sit paralyzed over pens.

And I hated living like that but that's how I figured I'd live and die unless… Unless I Changed.

And so I went to a House and worked hard every day, changed my voice, body crafted. It was the hardest thing I've ever done but it worked.

I could see myself in the mirror and I'd see someone strong enough to protect others. I wanted to be the person I needed, someone I wasn't ashamed of. Someone I could love, and worthy of being loved.

But then… I shut off. It's not just with you, Sif. I'm harsher. I'm colder. I see myself worsen and the future if anyone has one, doesn't look bright.

With the Director gone, the world will still be in peril. Too much damage has been done, lifting the Curses won't fix that. Too many families, too many lives have been lost.

What hope is there in that? What can I do, when I can't even help myself? Those I care about?

I've Changed, but for the worse.

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Breathe.

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(You breathe in…) (And out…)

(You breathe more and more.) (It's not enough.)

I just. I hate it. I don't care if the talk doesn't go well, at least look at me? I still exist!

…

…Siffrin. I'm sorry.

Then stop. Look at me right now. Please…

(He…) (Still won't.)

What? What is your problem? It's me, right?

No, no it's not.

Is it my rot? Am I that disgusting to be around? Does the sight of me make you ill?

No! That's not it at all.

Then what? Do you pretend I'm not there because I'm already dead to you?!

…

Stars, Isabeau, I-! I still have time, I'm not all rotten, I'm still me!

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…

…Hey, Siffrin. You don't look so good.

(He noticed you?) (But he's always… ignoring you when you walk by.) (He does see you but then pretends otherwise?)

Hey, hey, sit down. Come with me-

Why do you do that? Why do you ignore me so often?

…Oh. Well… it's because…

(He scratches the back of his neck.) (Is it just you or…) (Does he look guilty?)

Sorry, I avoid you sometimes.

Oh.

(You never expected him to admit it.) (It doesn't feel great.)

I just… don't know how to talk to you anymore.

But I haven't changed. I haven't done anything.

But everything's Changed for me. I can't go on like before, not when-!

Not… when I know now.

(…) (Why should it matter that you're dying.) (It's not like you're dead yet.) (So what's the problem?)

[askoverkill]

“Bonbon, have you had cheesecake before? It’s not really like cheese at all, you might like it!”

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Bonbon, have you had cheesecake before? It’s not really like cheese at all, you might like it.

Buh-but if it's not like cheese, then why is it called cheesecake?! Also, I don't want to spoil my dinner!!!!

Okay, but you're missing out.

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(You slice up a small slice for yourself.) (In all honesty, you don't remember eating this before, although you know you've had it.)

(You take a bite without any hesitation.) (...Huh!)

(It is good!) (You were right, it doesn't taste like cheese at all.) (It's creamy and thick, a bit cold.)

Ah...

(Wordlessly, you slice up a small slice for Bonnie.) (They take it, doing their best to hide a smile.)

Good!!!! Woah, what the crab, it's so good!!!

Hehe, I thought you'd like it.

...Heh.