[open] SUPERJAIL

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha & you
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Iskaulit: Discovery One
When:

[ So by now at least some people should be aware that Sascha isn't...him. Sam's made sure of that. But luckily it actually wasn't too hard to round him up? Really all that happened was Kara asking and him agreeing to "stay put" until it either wore off or they figured something out. It's not like he has any plans to be anywhere, and worst case scenario? He can just outlive them all if worse comes to worst.

Being under house arrest in a lecture hall isn't really that bad. He gets to keep the lights off at all times, every now and again they have someone bring meat in... It's actually rather peaceful. Dull, mind you--but very peaceful.

He's the perfect model prisoner! So the question is...do you dare visit? ]



[ ooc; this is the last post for Sascha's glitch! After this he'll be returning to his herp-derp self, but if you'd like to visit him in superjail, come on by! and as always you can hit me up on plurk if you have any questions @ owlits ♥ ]

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[pneumo]

I don't....know. Anything. I would do anything to try and fix... [ he trails off, because he knows it isn't that simple. They both know, and he lets his hand fall back to his side as he hangs his head. ]

I don't know what to do. [ he finishes lamely, shoulders hung. ] All I seem capable of doing is pushing away the people he loves most. It would have been better for me to have never remembered.

[passingthrough]

I don't know what to do either. [Part of her wants to console him. Assure him that he's worth more than that. But the words don't come. She won't let them. Not when she's this emotionally charged up. She hurts for Winn. For what she's watching him go for. She's mad at herself for what she didn't stop sooner. She feels betrayed by another person she cared about. Even though this man is mostly a stranger to her, she accepted him.]

[pneumo]

Just please don't....think of me as Sascha. I am not the same person who met and wished for your friendship. He's not... [ He struggles to find the words, because it's him but so very much not. Sascha is memories and memories of feelings. A different person. He's a different person. ]

He would never have done what I have. He doesn't even eat on his own, he would never have... That was--me. [ Don't blame Sascha for that. It'll crush him, and it was the Sheol's instincts which drove him to hunt the smell of fear. ]

[passingthrough]

I'm not mad [hurt, betrayed] at Sascha. I'm mad at [myself] you. [A person she'd only spoken to once before now. A person she cared about because of Sascha, but who she did try to see as a separate—or rather more complete—person. His own person. A person she trusted when she shouldn't have. Story of her life. And if she keeps doing it the only person she has to blame is herself.]

[pneumo]

Good. [ He deserves it, because without Sascha's memories and all those that came before him the Sheol wouldn't feel guilty for what he'd done at all. It would have been business as usual, and he would have killed and eaten Winn. And that knowledge is eating him up inside even as he struggles both to hold onto that feeling and dismiss it entirely as irrational. ]

[passingthrough]

I should go. [Not because she wants to punish him by leaving but because she's afraid of saying more things she won't be able to take back when—if—just Sascha comes back.]