[ taair says, voice quiet. he's doing much of the same, trying not to let the dread crush him, standing in this kitchen and looking down at the ingredients he'd pulled out mechanically, trying not to think about the gravity of loss.
... ]
... And... for it to be two people who... last week. Miss Samuel and Claude...
Mm. You and I are on the same page as ever, my friend. It is cyclical - we become an ouroboros that way, eating our own tail.
[ taair is too much of a pacifist to think anything otherwise. ] It's hard to watch it from a further perspective, let alone from one so close to all of the loss and pain.
[ there's a lot of meditations he could make here about power and history, about what happens when one person thinks themselves better than another - but those thoughts brew stormy beneath the surface, and he shakes his head, instead.
set out on the table are some cute little molds shaped like flowers - and it looks like the ingredients are for some kind of a little cake. little guys - he looks thankful for the help, and nudges over a sheet of paper that has a recipe written in taair's neat handwriting for convallaria cakes.
he passes a bowl of dry ingredients over to him too, with a small smile. ]
...Still... at least we know that those we have lost will be safely reunited with the others. [ ... ] I cannot help but wonder if Yves thought that his soul needed healing.
[ jiaoqiu isn't a pacifist but he sure as fuck is sick of people having to kill each other as a form of healing. every time friday rolls around his soul feels like it's cracking even further into pieces. ]
I'm sure he did. In fact - I wouldn't be surprised if someone else thought that, and thought that they'd save him. [ ... ] This is what I was afraid of, when he, Uruha, and Saber decided to take matters into their own hands.
Necessary, of course, but... violence is always just going to reward more violence.
... That was my concern, as well. [ ... ] ...if...one of them attacked the other, that is almost the best case scenario. Of Jacopo, Saber, and Yves, that is.
[ taair adds, in quiet agreement - he glances sidelong at jiaoqiu, and then smiles, soft. genuine, despite it all. hope is the thing with feathers, after all. ]
Let us continue to support the others in every way we can.
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[ taair says, voice quiet. he's doing much of the same, trying not to let the dread crush him, standing in this kitchen and looking down at the ingredients he'd pulled out mechanically, trying not to think about the gravity of loss.
... ]
... And... for it to be two people who... last week. Miss Samuel and Claude...
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[ his voice is pretty flat today.
he comes to start to... help make something, anything. ]
And I'm sure we'll have more people trying to act tomorrow, in the middle of trial.
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[ taair is too much of a pacifist to think anything otherwise. ] It's hard to watch it from a further perspective, let alone from one so close to all of the loss and pain.
[ there's a lot of meditations he could make here about power and history, about what happens when one person thinks themselves better than another - but those thoughts brew stormy beneath the surface, and he shakes his head, instead.
set out on the table are some cute little molds shaped like flowers - and it looks like the ingredients are for some kind of a little cake. little guys - he looks thankful for the help, and nudges over a sheet of paper that has a recipe written in taair's neat handwriting for convallaria cakes.
he passes a bowl of dry ingredients over to him too, with a small smile. ]
...Still... at least we know that those we have lost will be safely reunited with the others. [ ... ] I cannot help but wonder if Yves thought that his soul needed healing.
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I'm sure he did. In fact - I wouldn't be surprised if someone else thought that, and thought that they'd save him. [ ... ] This is what I was afraid of, when he, Uruha, and Saber decided to take matters into their own hands.
Necessary, of course, but... violence is always just going to reward more violence.
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[ yeah. tell him about it. he kind of wants to jump into the nihility void today, too. ]
Whether they were afflicted by the temptation of the creature or not, it's... [ he trails off there, and then shakes his head, shoulders sinking. ]
...I wonder why Uruha was spared.
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... I hope that he wasn't one of the killers. [ sighs. ]
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... That was my concern, as well. [ ... ] ...if...one of them attacked the other, that is almost the best case scenario. Of Jacopo, Saber, and Yves, that is.
[ a beat, and taair sighs. ]
I hate this very much.
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As do I. But we haven't much other choice. [ ... ] All we can do is be there.
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[ taair adds, in quiet agreement - he glances sidelong at jiaoqiu, and then smiles, soft. genuine, despite it all. hope is the thing with feathers, after all. ]
Let us continue to support the others in every way we can.