thevoidsdarkhorse | Heart Game (Continued)

Heart Game (Continued)

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[can she get out of it's arms? even if this is one of the ones that won't eat her, she's still not down with being grabbed after... that.]

[Oh, oh dear, you're panicking! No no, it's fine!]

[Being released.]

[she keeps running, using her powers to see if she can pick up on how to get out of here]

[weaijew no, Dreamer!]

[The white Carapacian is following.]

[It's not safe, let me take you home!]

[hhhesitates]

How can I know I can trust you?

[The laws of Prospit prevents us from ever harming a dreamer. Derse does not have those laws.]

[...fair enough! approaching the carapacian again]

[Prospitan offers hand. We need to get you home!]

[takes it's hand hesitantly]

[Time fast forwards, you're home, you're safe, and the Carapacian explains. Explains that there is a difference between Dersites and Prospitans. How you're a 'Dreamer' though the term confuses you, and how a Prospitan must never harm one, but for Dersites it's more just really, really bad form to do so before the start of the end. It's confusing, but you understand a few basic things.]

[When Carapacioans are hungry, they have a harder time controlling themselves, and they're all basically starving.]

[The reason you're protected is because of some role you don't understand and not because it's you and that HURTS more than the teeth did in your skin.]

[And no matter what, you are never completely safe outside your house.]

[Lace is herself again, and she's in the basement. There's Roxy, only five years old, a bandage wrapped around her leg, and sorting through cans of food with a grim determination.]

[bitties, her greatest weakness.]

Hello. Would you like some help?

[She jumps, whipping around to face Lace.]

[she holds her hands up, placating]

I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe as long as I'm here.

[She moves, so there's cans between her and Lace, a hand moving to her ears because you're TALKING, only the screens talk, you're weird, how can you be safe?]

[So that whole understanding without speaking doesn't just apply to Carapacians.]

...I won't hurt you. Can you show me what I'll need to do to prove that to you?

[She frowns, rubbing at her ears and slow down, slow down, she'd not used to people actually asking her questions and expect a response, it's HARD.]

[she waits a few moments before]

Are you alright...?

[Her hand goes to her leg instinctively and she hides behind the cans more.]

Is your leg hurt? I can find someone to try and help you.

[She shakes her head.]

[She's fine. She can take care of herself, she doesn't need to be a bur-she doesn't need help.]

[a pause, and then]

Might I tell you something?

[She's still, waiting.]

What they said, about how they saved you because of a role you had to play... That was awful of them. I would never say something like that to you.

[You don't even know me, how can you say different?]

[Amazing what can get across in a look and a few handwaves.]

[pauses]

I know it might not make sense to you now. But... It's important for your heart to know that.

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