[no i'm pretty sure it's lucktor that proposed at the subway
she rests a hand briefly on his arm as they go.]
Good. He will make sure that you don't leave us again. [though it must be wild to wake up dead and go wait what the fuck do you mean a murder happened i just died of my own causes]
I'm sorry that I did not write much to you. All that I could think of to say is that I missed you.
Mm. I don't plan to. [Not that he. Originally planned to, but, y'know.] I can't leave you all to deal with the rest, after everything.
[Death can do a lot of things for a person, but the hero complex is the same as it ever was, apparently.
He shakes his head.]
No, it's okay. I didn't write much either. [Sometimes you think ghosting everyone is the answer and then you change your mind but then it's been too long and it's awkward,] And we could see you guys most of the time anyway, so even though it wasn't the same, I knew you were okay.
[STOP LISTEN he's not sacrificing anything... yet... (would he? yes)
But, mm. His expression turns serious, and he reaches out to take her hand, squeezing gently.]
I'm sorry we couldn't figure this out faster. It took us so long to get any leads we could use... but you all had to deal with losing people during that time.
[Which, she's right--was a lot harder than being dead and waiting to welcome newcomers, even if he'd been so frustrated watching them suffer every week.]
[she will not she's SO SICK OF MEN DOING THIS!! SHE HAS HAD ENOUGH
anyway. he takes her hand, and she exhales slowly, trying to shake away the melancholy. it's always there, but... it's less, these days. like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.]
... We knew you were all there, but knowing that every week we had to hunt down our dearest friends has been... it has been difficult. [for her, losing people on fridays was nothing in comparison to watching them ace attorney breakdown on saturdays.]
It seems like it's over, now. You are all here, and you did what you could. You did the impossible - you came back from the dead.
[LMFKJSHGK THRONE AS THAT MEME OF THE PARENT AT THE AIRPORT WITH CHILD LEASHES]
Yeah. I heard from Rosamund that you all had something to calm her temporarily, but when I looked at it, there wasn't anything left to find. [Sigh. His DEAD ENDS.
He presses his lips together at the rest, shaking his head slightly.]
It's not over until we deal with the thing that started this in the first place. [Always on alert, of course--how can he relax, when there's still a clear and present danger? But maybe there's been some character growth on his end, too, because he softens and adds--] ...But I think we can afford a little break.
[yeah exactly except for that she's about to drop all the leashes and let people start running
she seems... not shocked or anything, but maybe a little surprised that he suggests they have a break. not in a bad way. just kind of like... huh. character growth.
she smiles a little.]
... Just for now. Before everything starts to unravel. [if he's still holding her hand, she squeezes his.] A moment to savor the victory we did have.
[HONESTLY FAIR. LET HER REST. The crazy genius scientists can't be stopped anyway, might as well let them do what they want.]
Right. [He returns the squeeze, though he lets go after that. They can keep walking side by side, though.] I don't suppose you know what happened with Viktor, do you?
It's not hard to guess who was involved... I was just wondering why he didn't need to go through the same process we did. [Actually he's just kind of annoyed that their experimental lab rat was A SICKLY LITTLE MAN WHO WOULD DIE IN A STRONG BREEZE but he also thinks Viktor very much deserved to be revived so it's... fine...]
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Also I hope this is an implication that Arthrone became real at jersey mike's]
Let's go get some! We might as well bring a bunch of stuff with us, so we have a variety.
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i'm sorry to inform you it's just that she's fucking boring about food and likes plain sandwiches and fruit]
Alright. [she's a little amused by this, but she'll head over with him.] Remind me that I do need to make you coffee, as well.
... How are you feeling?
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Of course! I thought of my order already. [Lightly, teasing--though his smile fades a little at her question.]
...I'm okay, I think. I'm planning on checking in with Io later, just to make sure.
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she rests a hand briefly on his arm as they go.]
Good. He will make sure that you don't leave us again. [though it must be wild to wake up dead and go wait what the fuck do you mean a murder happened i just died of my own causes]
I'm sorry that I did not write much to you. All that I could think of to say is that I missed you.
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Mm. I don't plan to. [Not that he. Originally planned to, but, y'know.] I can't leave you all to deal with the rest, after everything.
[Death can do a lot of things for a person, but the hero complex is the same as it ever was, apparently.
He shakes his head.]
No, it's okay. I didn't write much either. [Sometimes you think ghosting everyone is the answer and then you change your mind but then it's been too long and it's awkward,] And we could see you guys most of the time anyway, so even though it wasn't the same, I knew you were okay.
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[teasing, a little.]
I think, perhaps, we were a little less okay than all of you, in a way.
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[STOP LISTEN he's not sacrificing anything... yet... (would he? yes)
But, mm. His expression turns serious, and he reaches out to take her hand, squeezing gently.]
I'm sorry we couldn't figure this out faster. It took us so long to get any leads we could use... but you all had to deal with losing people during that time.
[Which, she's right--was a lot harder than being dead and waiting to welcome newcomers, even if he'd been so frustrated watching them suffer every week.]
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anyway. he takes her hand, and she exhales slowly, trying to shake away the melancholy. it's always there, but... it's less, these days. like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.]
... We knew you were all there, but knowing that every week we had to hunt down our dearest friends has been... it has been difficult. [for her, losing people on fridays was nothing in comparison to watching them ace attorney breakdown on saturdays.]
It seems like it's over, now. You are all here, and you did what you could. You did the impossible - you came back from the dead.
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Yeah. I heard from Rosamund that you all had something to calm her temporarily, but when I looked at it, there wasn't anything left to find. [Sigh. His DEAD ENDS.
He presses his lips together at the rest, shaking his head slightly.]
It's not over until we deal with the thing that started this in the first place. [Always on alert, of course--how can he relax, when there's still a clear and present danger? But maybe there's been some character growth on his end, too, because he softens and adds--] ...But I think we can afford a little break.
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she seems... not shocked or anything, but maybe a little surprised that he suggests they have a break. not in a bad way. just kind of like... huh. character growth.
she smiles a little.]
... Just for now. Before everything starts to unravel. [if he's still holding her hand, she squeezes his.] A moment to savor the victory we did have.
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Right. [He returns the squeeze, though he lets go after that. They can keep walking side by side, though.] I don't suppose you know what happened with Viktor, do you?
[That TRAITOR (affectionate)]
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I have an idea, but it isn't my secret to tell. You'll have to find that one out yourself, detective.
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It's not hard to guess who was involved... I was just wondering why he didn't need to go through the same process we did. [Actually he's just kind of annoyed that their experimental lab rat was A SICKLY LITTLE MAN WHO WOULD DIE IN A STRONG BREEZE but he also thinks Viktor very much deserved to be revived so it's... fine...]
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[wryly.] I also don't know why. He didn't tell me much about it other than it felt a little like getting vomited out of something.
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[Teasing... but also. Ugh.]
Every time he describes it, he makes it sound worse.