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[complicatedliar]

Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

Comments

[passingthrough]

No, it just makes it harder.

But you're here now. [And leaving isn't an option. Hiding is about as close as it comes. The place is too small. Too easy to bump into people. You can't really be gone here. Space isn't the place for needing your space.

It seems cruel though. You're practically forced to work out your issues here and then what? Just to be sent home and have all that erased, compounding your memories with choices you might have never made if you could have been the person you became here? Only to get forced to go through it again?]

[exothermia]

[Hiding is essentially what he's done, for the majority of time he's been back. It was preferable to facing the questions, the people who would never understand what they had gone through.

As for it making things harder... he could nearly laugh. The last time his life had seemed easy, it imploded on him, proving there's no such thing. So his reply is a little flat.]

Yes. I'm here now. That's how things are.

[passingthrough]

They care about you even after everything. [It's easier to talk about their feelings than to sort out the conflicted mass of her own feelings.]

[exothermia]

Do you honestly think I don't know that? After everything that happened?

[There's more bite in his voice now, some steel creeping back into it. She's meant to hate him. Now she's saying these things instead, and he's not prepared to handle it. He had already returned the book to the shelf, but now he slams his palm into it abruptly, shoving it all the way in.]

Turning on En Sabah Nur wasn't an act I could have done on my own. [He turns away with a jerk, and starts walking off lest his temper get the better of him.]

[passingthrough]

[She fights the impulse to flinch at his reaction and doesn't try to call him back or follow. Just mumbling under her breath.] That's why I don't want you to leave them. [She abandons the plan to stock up on books and heads out.]