driftfleet | (no subject)

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

( ANONYMOUS TEXT: )

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.

( ACTION: )

[ 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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And yet, once person is all it takes. Most times.

If you let one person bring you down, then they're winning.

They're not winning. They've already won.

[ but this isn't about gendry any longer. ]

How do you figure?

I have nothing to return to, back home. I have been -- as you put it -- 'brought down'.

I would hate for the same to happen here. It must be stopped before it can happen again.

You're still living, that counts for something.

It will only happen here if you let it. Your crew at the very least should have your back.

[ she prickles at the idea of 'letting' it happen -- as though she'd let it happen back home, too. she understands that's not what this anonymous text intends to imply.

but she feels it all the same. ]

It counts for something. You're right.

Even if you do something terrible, people in the fleet are forgiving.

But how can you be certain?

Because I did something terrible recently. People were more forgiving of it than they should have been.

...What did you do? What are they willing to forgive?

I lost control and attacked a lot of people here.

I know I don't have everyone's forgiveness, but they at least understand what happened.

[ a long pause. ]

It's you, isn't it? The man from the Iskaulit.

[ she wasn't there; however, she'd heard the stories. the whispers. ]

It's not something I'm proud of, but nothing I could control.

Some of them have forgiven me, even though I don't deserve it.

I heard it wasn't your fault. Is that not true?

I still did it. Fault or not.

Fault is important: you need to know whether you're the player, or you're the piece.

That doesn't matter when the piece dealt severe bodily harm to multiple people.

Doesn't it? The piece never meant to hurt anyone.

[ -- she needs her own guilt assuaged. ]

I'm told it does, but it doesn't feel like it.

No, [ she admits with a heavy heart. ] It doesn't.

Guilt is difficult to ignore.

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