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[ Sometimes the emotions are too much and make Zaveid want to snap, but having the other seraphim around him helps. It makes some things better - such as the weight on his chest, the way his hands shake, the tension in his jaw. He could easily lash out at Edna, but, hell, she's one of the few people here who could really understand what he was going through.

All of his friends get it now, he supposes. After Mikleo...

Leaning back against the wall Zaveid shakes his head, crossing his arms. ]

Yeah. You'd think. [ He scoffs quietly. ] Guess that's too boring.

[He could hit her, sure, but she'd hit him back. And he would deserve it. However, sometimes she's not a total brat.

Sometimes, she's a good friend and she tries to keep the rest of them in semi-coherent shape.]

I suppose it gets old watching a bunch of teenagers being idiots all the time. Better to have us old grouchies get a box of stupid things that makes us wanna punch holes in walls.

[ The problem is that sometimes Zaveid is also a brat, and his face shows it even as he tries to keep himself as neutral as possible.

Dragons are a touchy subject for himself and Edna. He's not sure how much she really knows - the calibrations hadn't given her a huge amount of context - but it probably doesn't matter, in the end. ]

The wall deserved it. [ He shakes his head, frowning. ] It'll be fine.

[To be honest, she sort of likes the fact that Zaveid is a brat. It's a good sign that he hasn't given up. She isn't giving up, so he isn't allowed to either.

Even when life kicks them over and over, they keep going.]

I'm sure it did. It looks like a bad wall.

[She can play into that whole thing with him.]

So, besides crappy jokes, what else is going on on this hunk of metal?

[ One day, he might sort himself out, but it has been 1700 years or so already. It's not likely to happen.

Shrugging, he leans back, flexing his fingers where Eizen had healed them. ]

It was a terrible wall. Glad you agree.

[ He hums, though, tilting his head. ]

You asking for real or do you wanna talk about what's in the box?

[ She's not holding her breath on that. She'd probably pass out first.

And because she doesn't really trust her brother's healing, she reaches out to cast an arte of her own, making sure that the wind seraph is back to his 100% annoying self. Physically at least. ]

They generally are. That's what I miss most about home. More room.

And what would talking about mementos from a long-dead dragon do? We've already covered the fact that the Atroma suck. No need to beleaguer the point, Zaveid.

[ Oh, hey. He flexes his fingers again, glancing down at them before he throws Edna a smile. It's almost like she cares. ]

You just miss your giant mountain. You really couldn't get any more earth around you, huh?

[ But he says it fondly enough, gentler than he might have in another situation. ]

I'm just sayin', you gotta have questions.

[Maybe. Not that she'll admit to it.]

What about you, Windbag? There can't be enough hot air in these things for the humans, let alone your ego.

[And what she says might sound mean, but there's no venom in it.]

I have questions about a lot of things, but I'm not asking about a dead dragon. It's tacky.

Hey, the air is nice when we're all cooped up without a planet. Don't deny it.

[ At least he's smiling a little now, shaking his head. ]

Then what else you wanna ask about? Go ahead.

It's not like we have to breathe, so it doesn't affect me one way or another.

[And, look, she made him smile and he seems to be a bit better now.]

What's going on with you and my idiot brother? No details.

I'm still a wind seraph, y'know. You could try and be considerate of an old man!

[ But, ah, well. That's a question, isn't it, and he frowns, glancing away. ]

... Nothing.

Pass. Sounds like too much work.

[Is she back to being a bit of a brat? Maybe.]

You're not telling me the truth and I really dislike that. Eizen's on the Red Fish now and I'm thinking of coming to keep an eye on you three anyway. So, if this is how you want to start this part of things, we can.

[DON'T THINK SHE WON'T STAB YOU AFTER HEALING YOU!]

I’m not lying to you, Edna. There’s nothing going on.

[ Something happened between them, but that doesn’t mean there’s anything going on. Not really. It was just. A thing. ]

Do I look like I’m in the mood to lie?

You look like you're in the mood to leave out huge portions of what others would call important details.

[As usual. But just as much as she wants to push him for answers, she knows that she can bully Eizen easier if she really wants to know. She just wants Zaveid to be completely honest with her.]

I sort of miss him too. Even if he was grouchier than I am on a good day.

Except this time I'm not hiding anything.

[ He shrugs a shoulder. He genuinely believes nothing is going on between them; whatever it is, it's minimal, something they haven't figured out yet. ]

That's just how he is. Sometimes he forgets how to smile.

[She looks him over, thoughtfully, silently. If she were anyone else, this would be where she'd offer to lend him an ear if he wanted to talk about his feelings.

But that would be awkward. And, well, that is sort of what she's doing, but she doesn't do mushy. She'll let Sorey and Mikleo be all... them.]

There's forgetting to smile and then there's him. [She smiles fondly and bumps her shoulder into.] But I'll miss his cooking.

[ Zaveid is Zaveid, and he knows that; he's not the kind of person Edna's gonna ask to bear all his sorrows. She knows them all far too well.

Scoffing, he shakes his head, fighting his grin. ]

Yeah. But we can remember it, can't we? Almost like it's still here.

[She might know all of his big issues, but she's also not the type to make him tell her anything he doesn't want to.]

It's full of shark teeth and there's a bite to it. Like when he talked to Symmone.

[She pretty much spits the name of the other seraph out. She doesn't have anything nice to say about the Pansy.]

[ Zaveid could say something gross about those teeth, but he decides he likes to not be beaten up. ]

Well, we got her for him, in the end, huh?

[TMI IS NOT COOL!]

Yeah, but that meant I had to listen to her sniveling self-pity as well. There's a lot about Dezel I could say, but at least he never gave up and gave into Kittybeard because he had a cursed blessing.

[He just...hijacked Rose's body and built up her resonance so he could get revenge on...himself. But he'd made his death mean something. Which is more than Edna foresees for Symmone.]

Nah, I guess not.

[ Yeah, he just did a lot of shit to Rose - shit they could forgive, in the end, but... Zaveid lifts his hand, playing idly with the hat that rests there on his head. He'd picked it up when Dezel left, not really able to let it go. ]

He always was a fighter, no matter how much he forgot.

[Well, what he did to Rose is between him and Rose in the long run. And Edna wouldn't have done it, but she also is a different person herself and has her own history that is different from Dezel's. Just like everyone else.]

Does he kick in his sleep too?

[Not that they have to sleep, but they all have beds and she has a very good idea of what Zaveid and Dezel's relationship really was.]

Nah. He was like a cuddly baby.

[ Which was true enough; Dezel and him rarely slept together, really, and he just accepted it for what it was. ]

That's a disturbing picture. I'm sorry that I asked.

[Except, she's really not. It's interesting to hear about the other seraph when they rest outside of Sorey. It's not like she does it very often.]

[ And now he's really laughing, reaching out to nudge her. ]

C'mon, let's melt that rocky heart of yours.

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