Abigail Hobbs (
am_i_a_monster) wrote in
hadriel2018-09-07 04:17 pm
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[Abigail died in the deserted plot and has just been revived.]
Hello? Can anyone hear me? Is anyone out there? It's dark out. I can't see anyone. Please tell me I didn't go through all that just to be alone again.
[There's a moment of Abigail crying.]
I was dead. Am I still dead, is that what this is?
[Being alone feels like hell to her.]
Hello? Can anyone hear me? Is anyone out there? It's dark out. I can't see anyone. Please tell me I didn't go through all that just to be alone again.
[There's a moment of Abigail crying.]
I was dead. Am I still dead, is that what this is?
[Being alone feels like hell to her.]

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'Bad stuff'? [ He asks, confused ]
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[ SAYS THE HYPOCRITE ]
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[ He also makes a note that if Abigail's father ever shows up he should probably shank him ]
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[She smiles.]
Thank you. I'm glad too.
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Never. [ He snarls ] Whatever sin stains your light is never your fault if your father - who was supposed to protect you! - was the one who inflicted it on you. [ Not even Feanor ever forced his sons do anything - the Oath they swore they swore as adults. Unknowing, blindly loyal, yes. But they were adults. They could have refused. Only Curufin brought his son along, and he went to great lengths to ensure that Celebrimbor never swore ]
Don't say it was your fault, Abigail. It wasn't.
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[She usually blames her father too. All that time alone caused her to consider all the what-ifs, if she had said no to her father, if she had run away, etc. She's not sure anymore.]
Whoever's fault it was, the sin was there. It was bad, so I was bad. But it's gone now. So I'm better. I think.
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I'm sorry, tithen pen. I did not mean to frighten you. And your sin does not define you, little spark. You are worth so much more than that.
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[ He hums softly ] Yes, and no. It's hard to feel alone on the sea, with the Song of it all around. And I have my brother and my cousin. But at the same time, it's another sort of desert, out on the ocean - wide and vast with nothing on the horizon. So it's a bit lonely, sometimes.
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Not any more - we're a fair ways out, now. But don't worry, I will. And please don't! I worry for you, tithen pen.
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