[OPEN] I fight the fever alone

[bemist]

WHO: Gebura and you!
WHAT: June catch-all! Maybe longer! It's a mystery!
WHERE: All around
WHEN: June 2024
WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of violence, dismemberment, murder, gore and death. Also spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation and Library of Ruina!



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[transmit]

[ He would've looked away from the scene if he wouldn't have felt inherently disrespectful for it. That, and, he would've never ignored anyone in a million years following that kind of aftermath. ]

If I'm not meant to know, that's just how it is. … I maintain that my opinion on you hasn't changed any. People can figure out the kind of person you are from how you act now, was it? That's a good way to put it.

[ Which is to say: still kind, even with the added context, and that he agrees. Messed up of him, maybe, considering what he'd just saw, but his company literally takes in war criminals…… this is the level of forgiveness we're working with when it comes to the extremes people are forced to take. ]

… And, of course. I assume your coworkers know nothing about this?

[ Much like how he hadn't paid her tears any mind to begin with, he continues not to point them out, and only keeps the same hand on her shoulder. Maybe he won't avoid her after everything is said and done, after all. ]

[bemist]

[ She has to wonder, if Binah and Hokma know, if they'd still been asleep when she had been working with Roland. It's harder to keep track of the other Floors when she has her hands full not just with her own, but Briah in general.

Still, neither of them are here, so the point remains and she shakes her head. In agreement, of course. ]

They shouldn't. We don't tend to pry into each other's pasts and technically, we're not the same people from back then, anyway. The person who learned that power tends to strike down is still a part of me, though.

[ Not all of her, but certainly a substantial part that had dictated how she acts today. ]

... You must work with all types. [ It's a wry observation, if a tired one. He isn't treating her any different than normal, which is both a relief and a concern, because normal people should probably be concerned that a young woman just slaughtered a ton of people simply for trying to rob her. If his opinion hasn't changed, after that...

Maybe something's wrong with the both of them. ]

[transmit]

[ He thinks to Netzach's memory, to Netzach's demeanour; they weigh on his mind a different way than Gebura's does, and for better or worse, he's starting to get a better picture of their world. It feels a bit like overstepping his bounds too soon, but who was Elysium if not someone who oversteps anyway? Perhaps, the process has just been expedited. ]

I wouldn't say that. [ 'Type' implies a certain propensity. Were the circumstances of their world different, he imagines it would be more peaceful; strife itself is impossible to avoid, and there's no denying that the fraught and unpredictable conditions of it make it harder to believe one even has choices if at all. One could see it in Neo Tokyo and even hear it from the anecdotes from other Outsiders. Judging too soon didn't do anyone good.

'Simply trying to rob her,' though… That's not how Elysium would put it, but that's neither here nor there. ] Where I'm from, everyone's just trying to survive. … The world's a beautiful place. Cruel, but beautiful. Not everyone's so fortuitous to have options.

[bemist]

"A beautiful place"... huh.

[ Even now, she can't say such charitable things about where she's from. Not just the Backstreets, the place she hates most of all, the way the Sweepers just "cleaned" everything away on those nights. Trash, bodies, lives. The way people from the Nest had no idea of that kind of terror. The way that they struggled endlessly for an unfulfilling life.

... She doesn't want to be thinking about this while standing inside her old apartment. ]

I did want to change things. To make it so it wasn't just about survival. But...

[ She closes her eyes. ]

... Never mind. Get out of here, already.

[ And he will, of course, get booted out of the dream. Sorry, Elysium. ]