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Who: Sansa Stark, and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide; Anonymous
Action: Blue Fish, Iskaulit
When: Afternoon to late evening

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What should you do if someone you have never met -- never in your life -- hates you? What should you do if they are rude and horrible and ill-mannered and they won't tell you why?

I have done bad things. I know I have. But nothing to deserve this.

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[ when she isn't indulging in her very self-centered sort of misery, sansa is aboard the blue fish. she has finally decided to make a brave attempt to decorate the door to her room, and so far has only managed to paint the bone-white bark of what will eventually be a tree.

and then -- well after the hour when she ought to have been in bed -- sansa does something unanticipated. unexpected. she takes a shuttle all by herself! and she lets it pilot her back to the iskaulit, where she walks the halls with slow and careful purpose until she arrives at the garden. she makes a seat for herself far from the door, and she breathes in the smell of soil and plant-life. already, and despite its bewitching magicks, she misses the well-wooded planet so recently departed. ]

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They didn't act as a confused person acts.

[ or, more accurately, she couldn't adequately assess that confusion over the roaring deafening noise of her own confusion. ]

Not everyone that's confused acts in one particular way, which is confusing all by itself. I'm sure there's a reason for it, and it can't all be your fault. That's taking far too much blame.

If I am hated, then the blame is either theirs or it is mine. I cannot see how it could be shared.

Hate isn't that simple, though, is it? People hate for lots of different reasons, and it doesn't mean that it's just one person's fault. Maybe you did do something, but maybe they think you've done something when you haven't, or you're mistaken for someone else, or they're wrapped up in silly prejudices that don't make sense... It's not black and white.

[ on the contrary, she thinks hate feels awfully simple. raw, and visceral. almost natural, at times. ]

It isn't as though I can simply ask why I might be so disliked.

[ and that might partially be because she fears the answer. ]

Then, unfortunately, you have to be the grown up and wait for them to put their adult pants on and talk to you properly.

...Adult pants?

Oh, I meant we'd have to wait for him to grow up and act like an adult. It's a metaphor, there aren't actual pants.

...I see.

[ awkwardly, but in good faith: ] In that case, I suppose it is an apt metaphor. A good one.

It happens a lot, especially in worlds like this. Emotions run high.

Worlds like this. Good stranger, you make yourself sound worldly indeed.

Not on purpose! I promise I'm not as experienced as I sound.

You ought not to admit so. But I suppose we both of us disguised in this moment, so it isn't so terrible a misstep.

Oh, I don't know. I think people that know me can guess who I am just from how I type. I'm not very good at hiding.

[ thoughtful, she squints at the message. is it a hint? not about hermione's identity, but perhaps about some clue pertaining to her own. ]

You could be. Likely. If you tried.

[ whoever you are.

mostly, she's keen to stop talking about herself. ]

Maybe I could, but I don't have much to hide. Not right now, anyway, and I just wanted to help you more than anything.

You're kind.

[ perhaps too kind, really. ]

So many are, here.

[ except him. but he's from westeros. what else should she expect? ]

I think a lot of us are kind because we're all suffering the same thing here. There's no reason to be nasty to someone just for the sake of it.

If you believe that to be true, you must come from a fine few places. Good places, where there are good people.

There are always good people. It's just a matter of finding them, I think.

How do you tell them apart?

I think it's just... Watching and waiting. You can't always tell straight away.

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