[ it's..strange. thinking of the past in this way. in a way, it pricks at his heart — the smile he gives her is pained, but it is a smile nonetheless. ]
Gratien and I looted Barnier's manor before we made a run for it. Among our loot was your brooch...he was hellbent on keeping it for himself, for whatever reason. I wouldn't stop hassling him, however — so eventually...he told me he'd give it up if I were to beat him in a drinking contest.
[ a breath escapes him. it's something between a chuckle and a strained exhale. ]
Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for myself, I can hold my liquor better than most. We drank that entire damn tavern out. The barmaid was exasperated beyond belief. We came to a draw as a result, but he ended up blacking out — so I emerged victorious by default.
In contrast...a search across the station is nothing, really.
[ the idea of him going to such lengths for her really does make her skin crawl. the idea she was already causing such issues - gratien passed out? jacopo and him drinking the tavern out? she can almost recall the fact the slums were out of drink during that period. because of... her? ]
It seems all you're good for is causing others problems, you brute. On top of that, only by default? Your mouth is so big, it's hardly a shock you can drink even him under a table, but to think you were only capable of a win by default, why... I'd say it's quite pitiful for you.
[ even if gratien is the real brute.
anyway, is the bitch's live okay? morgana's concerned ]
If he wanted it so much, perhaps he had use for it.
[ wordlessly, he keeps walking. his pace quickens. his fists clench. he does not look at her. he does what he always does when he is hurt: push her out of his world entirely.
[ for a while, they will continue like that. wordlessly communicating a simple fact; their lives have been bloodily intertwined with chaos and turmoil, but thoroughly sewn together. she could leave, break away from him and leave him to himself.
and yet, morgana remembers a man retreating back to the slums as she looks at his back. funny, that. she used to mourn what she had, and then cut it away entirely. and now, he forces her to reconcile their lives and their future.
a selfish man.
then again: she's a witch. ]
...If you truly know it, then move toward the future.
her voice cuts through the fog of his mind — it always does. his shoulders stiffen. still, he cannot find the courage to look at her.
but he will listen. he will permit her to slip into the confines of his mind, of his world.
there is no world without her.
she speaks of the future. but losing her once, twice, has broken him.
he doesn't know if his heart can bear a third. ]
...I don't know if there is a future for someone like myself.
But I want to ensure...with whatever remains of my soul...that there is one for you.
[ a pause. ]
I'm sorry. For saying what I did earlier. I know what you're like...you take it upon yourself to comfort others, because you believe it is what you must do. I shouldn't have put you in that position.
You don't have to say anything at all...no matter what, I need you to know that.
[ it isn't really others that she feels a tie to, is the thing. morgana can't deny that the part of her that was... alive, at some point... still wants to be useful. to be helpful. to mean something. even so: this is jacopo. she is tied together with him for all of eternity, and she knows this. their souls will meet again and again on this endless sphere. they will always loop back together.
for that reason, she does not speak on the topic at hand. instead, morgana chages the subject. ]
...426 is the room where Giselle resides with me. She had insisted upon it, and I pitied her, so I allowed it.
[ in case... he needs anything, he knows where she is.
a part of her is a little afraid of the idea of him knowing where she sleeps, but if there is a future for them... in the end, she's just as foolish as him. ]
in the sea of hurt, of sin, of all he has done to her — it is these small moments that gleam through the waters. a flicker of trust. she gives this to him when she knows he was once the very blade that killed her.
sadly, he smiles to himself. ]
I see.
...Thank you for telling me. It was kind of you to let her stay with you. I imagine that she feels alone without...him.
[ at the mention of michel, her shoulders relax. slumping down just slightly, morgana thinks of a man who was kind enough to let her die in his arms, even if it was for himself more than her. a man who cradled her skeleton... a man who looked into her past, and tried to fix it. a man who believed and loved so strongly that he stopped at nothing - a man who she admired so much that a part of herself modeled her being after him. ]
He has a habit of making her wait. It wouldn't be the first time.
[ haha! ha! hahaha! ]
Though in this case, I would hardly call it fashionably l-- [ aaaand he's gone. ]
...Like a dog chasing his own tail, is he. [ she follows, but does not run. ]
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[ it's said earnestly. ]
Find what, exactly?
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[ he's an idiot!!!! ]
My brooch.
[ way back when. ]
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Ahaha...
It's, uh. Not a particularly savory story...you'd likely disapprove of my...methods.
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[ note the use of "will". she still wants to hear it!! ]
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[ it's..strange. thinking of the past in this way. in a way, it pricks at his heart — the smile he gives her is pained, but it is a smile nonetheless. ]
Gratien and I looted Barnier's manor before we made a run for it. Among our loot was your brooch...he was hellbent on keeping it for himself, for whatever reason. I wouldn't stop hassling him, however — so eventually...he told me he'd give it up if I were to beat him in a drinking contest.
[ a breath escapes him. it's something between a chuckle and a strained exhale. ]
Unfortunately for him, but fortunately for myself, I can hold my liquor better than most. We drank that entire damn tavern out. The barmaid was exasperated beyond belief. We came to a draw as a result, but he ended up blacking out — so I emerged victorious by default.
In contrast...a search across the station is nothing, really.
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It seems all you're good for is causing others problems, you brute. On top of that, only by default? Your mouth is so big, it's hardly a shock you can drink even him under a table, but to think you were only capable of a win by default, why... I'd say it's quite pitiful for you.
[ even if gratien is the real brute.
anyway, is the bitch's live okay? morgana's concerned ]
If he wanted it so much, perhaps he had use for it.
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He didn't. That's just who he was.
[ he misses it. what, exactly? hah. all of it.
jacopo turns to walk forward. ]
We should get going.
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[ morgana will follow him, wordlessly, gaze trained on the floor. ]
You do not need to look with me, if you so wish.
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[ he doesn't look at her as he says that. ]
If you're worried, don't be. I was thinking. That's all.
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[ in other words: spill. ]
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[ there's a silence. ]
There isn't...any point in mourning what's been lost. In mourning everything that I killed.
And yet...
Hah.
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They don't mourn you.
[ and they never will, jacopo.
but what she means to say is... that is the true reason not to mourn. ]
You are horrid, broken, husk of a man. The very epitome of greed and pride, dangerous to all around you. Including.. yourself.
[ so stop thinking about it. ]
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[ wordlessly, he keeps walking. his pace quickens. his fists clench. he does not look at her. he does what he always does when he is hurt: push her out of his world entirely.
how pathetic. ]
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[ for a while, they will continue like that. wordlessly communicating a simple fact; their lives have been bloodily intertwined with chaos and turmoil, but thoroughly sewn together. she could leave, break away from him and leave him to himself.
and yet, morgana remembers a man retreating back to the slums as she looks at his back. funny, that. she used to mourn what she had, and then cut it away entirely. and now, he forces her to reconcile their lives and their future.
a selfish man.
then again: she's a witch. ]
...If you truly know it, then move toward the future.
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her voice cuts through the fog of his mind — it always does. his shoulders stiffen. still, he cannot find the courage to look at her.
but he will listen. he will permit her to slip into the confines of his mind, of his world.
there is no world without her.
she speaks of the future. but losing her once, twice, has broken him.
he doesn't know if his heart can bear a third. ]
...I don't know if there is a future for someone like myself.
But I want to ensure...with whatever remains of my soul...that there is one for you.
[ a pause. ]
I'm sorry. For saying what I did earlier. I know what you're like...you take it upon yourself to comfort others, because you believe it is what you must do. I shouldn't have put you in that position.
You don't have to say anything at all...no matter what, I need you to know that.
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for that reason, she does not speak on the topic at hand. instead, morgana chages the subject. ]
...426 is the room where Giselle resides with me. She had insisted upon it, and I pitied her, so I allowed it.
[ in case... he needs anything, he knows where she is.
a part of her is a little afraid of the idea of him knowing where she sleeps, but if there is a future for them... in the end, she's just as foolish as him. ]
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in the sea of hurt, of sin, of all he has done to her — it is these small moments that gleam through the waters. a flicker of trust. she gives this to him when she knows he was once the very blade that killed her.
sadly, he smiles to himself. ]
I see.
...Thank you for telling me. It was kind of you to let her stay with you. I imagine that she feels alone without...him.
[ something shines from afar. his eyes brighten.
jacopo begins to run. ]
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He has a habit of making her wait. It wouldn't be the first time.
[ haha! ha! hahaha! ]
Though in this case, I would hardly call it fashionably l-- [ aaaand he's gone. ]
...Like a dog chasing his own tail, is he. [ she follows, but does not run. ]