[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

[pain_train]

Do you think that matters to me? [Little miss casual-sex-and-polyamory? Besides. It's not like they're in a relationship or something, so it's not even her business.] You're my friend and I care about you a lot. So of course I'm sorry that you've lost someone you cared about so much.

[She listens intently. Everything he says makes sense, but she expected it to. You don't build up things in your head in a way that don't make sense, not if you're mostly sane. But.]

Sometimes there isn't a reason. You might be right. I don't know, but you don't either, and sometimes there just isn't a reason. And that's the scariest thing to contemplate. It's easier to believe that there's something you could have done when bad things happen, even if it hurts because it comes with all that guilt. [Because it makes you feel like you at least have some power over your own life, and that you can keep it from happening again. Sometimes you do. Sometimes you don't.]

You have to do what you have to do to survive and do your job. But you're in a different place and these are different people. [She tilts her head.] And some of the things you think helped you survive might not be what actually did the job, and you have to be willing to think about that too.

[Maybe she really does have it easier because she has comparatively so few memories. Maybe she has it easier because her brain's been carved up to specification and she lacks these particular paranoias.]