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We'll make sure Sheila gets home.

[ pressing his face into the side of Harrow's head, sighing out. ]

We know people, right? That can do ressurections. We can get gold. We'll figure it out.

I'm one of them. But she's already dead, I'm not quite sure how that works.

[but this does calm her down a bit.]

...Rin sent me a far worse apology than the one I gave you.

I don't know either, but that's-- I'm sure you can figure it out.

... What did he say?

I mentioned yesterday I suspected him of killing Alphinaud, and he wound up giving me all these little friendship speeches about how he'd save anyone, it's wrong to favor his group, he isn't angry at anyone.

[bleh. so she will read the message.]

"I'm sorry.

I didn't tell the truth yesterday and people got hurt because of it.

If you don't answer or don't forgive me, that's okay. I understand. I know it doesn't fix anything.

But I still wanted to say sorry."

Huh.

[ he just puts his chin on top of her head while he absorbs that. ]

... I don't know. I'm always going to favor you lot. I won't pretend otherwise.

Likewise. I told him it was stupid, and he still insisted on saying all of it.

[she cuddles back against him.]

...You ought to be careful saying things, however, such as that Diluc is responsible for Bucky and Alphinaud's deaths. He was a shadow. I wasn't. Favour me if you will, but people won't take that well if it comes out.

[ he has the decency to look a little embarrassed. ]

Right-- I know. But he was going on about shite he knows in his heart, when it was really just crap he knew in his head and I was pissed off. I wanted him to get the fuck off of Sheila because that was easier for him.

I don't really mean it anyway. I don't care what Diluc did. I don't care about him.

I know. [she takes his hands and squeezes them.] I understand the desire to crush his bloated ego into the dirt and leave it there to await puberty.

[ he snorts, loudly. ]

I'm sure he's ranting to his own friends right now saying the same crap about me, and I've got longer to go than him.

I'm sure you've hit puberty.

[patting him on the chest.]

His friends all think he's an idiot, so, no.

[ another snort. ]

Well, he's probably going to kill me anyway, so ...

[ did she see that LOOK he got at the end there ]

...Please don't be killed by him.

[counter...]

It would be so embarrassing.

I will try not to be an embarrassment to you in further deaths.

Good, because your prior deaths are already an embarrassment to me enough.

[giving him a special affection week smooch on the cheek. she really gotta stand on her tippy toes.]

[ giving a 'yeah yeah yeah' expression at this treatment ]

It'd only be embarrassing if they stuck, you know!

Hmmmm. No. It's a bit like playing a game on the easiest setting. Just because you get extra chances doesn't mean you ought to feel smug.

I barely pieced together this metaphor, but it feels very dismissive of my unusual ability to crawl out of graves.

Less unusual where I'm from...

[...]

Oh, speaking of graves, I feel you ought to be aware. All of those missing bodies from the graves dug up at trial? I know what happened to them, and it's fine. Their skeletons are in my room, actually.