I wanted to give something to you.
Orange pulls out a small picture from her pocket, white creases overlap one another like a spiderweb, but the image is mostly visible with context.
It was a picture of Vessel and Eleven, smiling with some sort of racetrack behind them. Maybe it was after the former had won for the last time, jokingly promising that she'd be the next Triple Crown..
Vessel loved this thing, I could've sworn that she actually slept with it sometimes as a good luck charm. She's.. She's not coming back to Tracen- or her senses- anytime soon so I think you should have it.
..I hope things work out for you. I'm not one of those obsessed-with-drama-umas so I seriously don't mean anything bad by this. Hell, I can beat up Vessel when she comes back, to shake some sense into her. She didn't deserve you.
Daishin Orange smiles, but her hand with the picture is shaking.
//"this isnt vessel-" im not making orange a tumblr account...
//also hi i dont know if this counts as shoving eleven in the meat grinder or not
*Eleven doesn't actually process the shaking hand reaching out to grab the picture as her own. She stares at it, mind whirling. Vessel looks almost identical, a little less exhausted and a little less bruised, but undeniably the same uma that was in the picture. The same uma who haunts her (now rather frequent) nightmares. The same can't be said for the astronomer, though. Her eyes are just slightly lighter, her freckles more pronounced, her hair isn't quite the same color. It's incredibly plausible that the image is of some almost identical twin that she never talked about. She recognizes herself anyway.*
th- thank you, Orange. That isn't necessary though.
*She's going to be sick. Looking at the image alone makes her want to crawl out of her skin and go missing. She can't tell if its guilt or shame or the knowledge of what she's lost. She just knows it makes itself home in the pit of her gut and makes her want to sob till her eyes go permanently dry and her vocal cords shred themselves into chunks.*
