outsidebones | emet catchall

[harrow hardly gets far on monday. she can stay in her room, but eventually even she will find the need to come out to eat. she goes to the restaurant and has breakfast and coffee brought to her. but before she can return to her room, she runs into emet-selch.

and a memory will play. by the time it ends, harrow has put down her coffee, running her hands down her painted face, smearing the paint.]

-ah. I recall that being quite frustrating to watch--

[...he blinks, shakes his head to clear it, and frowns.]

...not this again.

This again?

[oh wait, what he said - ]

Oh. You can recall it, then?

... I do, after seeing it. I-- somehow I have recalled a small number of that self's memories. Not much, thus far.

[but he still hates it, thanks.]

Ah. I can't imagine how unpleasant that would be.

Given that he is somewhat unpleasant in himself -- very.

... I do recall feeling quite annoyed that you were toyed with in that manner.

I was annoyed with it, too. [a sigh.] But I did feel sorry for her. That part was true.

She made a foolish mistake, choosing to trust me with her intentions to kill. I managed to stop her from going through with it with a curse. But the real culprit wasn't found, so it was her even though she hadn't actually done anything.

The intent was enough to condemn, I suppose. I would think it is at least better than choosing someone who truly did not intend to act, in such a situation.

[the best of poor options. removing a threat, knowing she might try again if she were bold.]