hadriel | Je me fous du passé

[The feed opens with Bianca. She stands in Delight's bar, the lighting rearranged to get as close as she can to the appearance of being on stage, and she glares into the camera and takes a large swig of the glass in her hand before she makes any sound.

Then she sings. Inside the bar, her voice is strong enough to rattle glasses.

People listening to the feed on the network may hear the familiar Lancastrian accent of Kate, grumbling almost inaudible complaints. Most of them seem to be along the lines of why did I agree to this and why did I give up booze.

The song ends and Bianca casts a grateful look at Kate before launching into speech.]

I have lived a long time, my friends. I am sorry for many things. I've been unforgivably careless of people's hearts and hopes. I've allied myself with the most treacherous of worms - I have trusted too much, cared too much, and -

[She stops.]

Or not cared enough. I have broken people for my own gain. I have sold myself to a power I knew to be malevolent, to buy my own life. I have tormented those I believed I loved, and abandoned those I know I did. Kate -

[She gazes, stricken, past the camera.]

I pulled you into this scheme. You almost died. Sharon and Maketh did die. I'm sorry, so sorry, for that.

[And then she lifts her chin, defiant.]

But I'm not sorry we made the attempt. I'm not sorry for taking a risk on the chance of buying all our freedom. Are you watching, Hope? Did you feel it, just when it started? The only real hope I've felt since coming here? I hoped so hard to end you.

I'm only sorry we failed.

[There's a brief resigned sigh from behind the camera as the feed goes out.]

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[ humans have issues tbh pls educate. ]

... [ oh for fuck's sake they agree on something. ] Sorry. [ s i g h ] Look, can't say I'll ever be a fan of the emotion you need, but I didn't actually intend to try and kill you. [ or, really, have her nightmares roaming the streets of the city. ]

What was your intention, then? Your companion seems primarily concerned with killing me.

[ This she can answer, quite easily too. ] To find the door. Bust it open. [ The next part is said half-under her breath and after a minute. ] Clearly had the wrong idea. [ The wrong theory, the wrong understanding of Sharon's powers. Something that she should have seen and allowed for.

But she was too busy, too frantic with everything she was trying to do. ]

Edited (how do i type codes) 2016-07-09 08:35 (UTC)

I see. Well, if you manage to discover how to manipulate the door, please pass the information on.

[Because Hope has no idea, and never has. Can't blame the humans for trying.]

[ somehow - maybe because she's an idiot, probably because she's a stubborn asshole - it takes that to really... let it click that Hope, at least, has no more ideas than any of them do.

Maybe she's just more willing to listen in the face of such a massive backfire. ] ... Really do know as much as we do, don't you? [ Aka, nothing. ]

... Can't promise anything. [ because who is to say they ever will figure it out? Or that she even wants to try again right now? Or even if they do, that the door won't pull them away before they get the chance to share the info? ]Will try.

Yes.

[Simple and honest. He knows next to nothing about the Door, though he has been trying to take care of the creatures brought through it.]

Try to be careful. I will bring you back if you die, but I would prefer not to have to.

[ honestly, if the afterlife is real? if she could go back to hers, at least? THAT MIGHT NOT BE SO BAD... god what is with all the casual deathseekers in this game? ] I have no plans to die. [ kate that is usually a really bad thing to say. ] Too much to do.

Edited 2016-07-13 07:36 (UTC)

Good.

[He takes it at face value, of course.]

Then there should be no problem.

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