Heart Game (Continued)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[There's nothing]

[Nothing]

[Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothing]

[Isn't that wonderful though?]

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Re: RAGE

[menially]

[God, GOD it hits too much that he doesn't WANT to logic out for her sake. Once those tears start flowing, he's pulled that blanket back out and is wrapping her tight in his arms, burying his face in her neck. He can't do words without hitting wall after wall, walls he RECOGNIZES, so he's giving in and letting these goddamn powers of his do whatever they can. There's no object or goal in mind - just the rawness of the fact that he knows, he KNOWS, she's lost far more than him but he knows that loss, and god, how he wishes he could give her an answer as much as he could give HIMSELF an answer, instead of looping around in all of the million ways things could have been different. What if he had been a braver child, what if he had listened to his sister, told her to hide to keep her from dying... what if he had been firmer with Luke, more demanding, more thorough in trying to find other options so that Luke would never have to feel he was the only one who had to sacrifice... so many MAYBES and POSSIBILIES to make one sick, to pile guilt upon guilt on their shoulders in an effort to feel it was somehow worth it.

But it wasn't.

Losing everything... how was ever it worth it? It's horrifying. It hurts, it's unfair, it's wrong. Why her, why him, why couldn't they belong to something better with the people they loved...

All he can do is cling and feel. Words would only take his honesty away.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She's gone rigid in his arms, shocked.]

[There's warmth there. It almost seems like the world itself is thudding somehow. No. Beating. Fast, panicked, lost, terrified. But then the beat shifts, adjusting to match his own heart beat, because she feels it.]

[Someone who understand the loss, the walls, the fears, and she never expected it. She's so used to being alone that anyone getting close is a shock. That it was him holding her like this just makes it hit all the more because he never touches her, never shows vulnerabilities, but now he is.]

[She let's out a broken sob, slumping against him.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[He keeps holding her, hand cupping against her hair.]

I'm sorry. I can't fix it -- I don't know how to, I... If there was a way to take that loss away, I'd try everything possible, but I...

[His voice cracks again before he swallows, thick and dry, tensing up.]

I can't bring back corpses.

Please, Roxy, please don't let us lose you, too. Please. I want you here.

I don't want to outlive another friend.

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Another beat, same beat, and she's tired. She's so tired of loss and watching people die and she doesn't want to either. She wants to stop seeing everyone go before her. There's so many wishes to make it stop no matter what the cost.]

[But there's more feelings. The bands have started to join the beat, and there's other feelings. Bits and pieces of help, affection, promises to help and be there. Important feelings like his trying to combat the deep despair.]

[And it's those feelings that let her hands move up to cling to his shirt as she sobs against him.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[There's a definite tension at the grasp of her fingers, but he doesn't move to stop her or back away, his arms still firm around her.]

I'm here. No matter what, I want to see you find a better way. I'll be here until then.

I promise.

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

You won't leave? Please don't leave, I-I don't w-want to be alone again.

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[me too, boo, me too. except i have to be the man always so GOOD LUCK HEARING ME SAY THAT]

If I ever leave, know I'll see you again. I will. I won't be gone forever. Not until we're old and wrinkled and well-lived in our lives.

I'm not going to leave you any other way, alright? I promise, Roxy. I have too much to do to die on you.

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Too bad I probably won't get old and wrinkled because immortality, BUT YEAH.]

[And suddenly, there's more bands on her. Blue with orange trim. At least it gets to be very different from the rest of the blue.]

[But you have a teen girl just crying grossly and clinging onto you now.]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[well Auldrant's years are literally twice as long as Earth years so there's that, at least

He'll continue to hold her, for as long as she needs, letting her cry it out.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Oh good, you'll be on troll years.]

[There is a lot of crying for a few minutes before she shakes and forces out.]

Go.

Go to Hope.

Re: RAGE

[menially]

...

[A nod, but he doesn't move forward, instead stretching out his hand, and

well

You know that coffin trick that he tried with the cat?

He's going to try it here... though on a much grander scale, with the bodies scattered around them. The dead deserve to be anything but defiled.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[It's harder this time. How much is he willing to push to do this?]

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[He doesn't care if it makes him bleed. It's what all the people on Hod deserved, what Van and Luke would deserve, what his family would deserve... what they never, ever received, what words of sympathy would never help. He has to try. He has to give them something other than a sea of blood to rest in.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[....you are goddamn D E S T I N Y is what you are, Technic.]

[It takes a lot of effort, because it's a lot of bodies, because the whole act itself is IMPORTANT. In trying to do it, he can feel it. Remember remember remember]

[Remember them. Honor them. Acknowledge their existence.]

[And it feels so exhausting, but it HAPPENS, the coffins appear around the bodies.]

[The scene SHIFTS, and suddenly she's not surrounded by their bodies. The blood is still there, it may always be there, but there's suddenly a new building nearby. Small, but there, and their names are on the door of the mausoleum.]

[And a memory.]

TG: jane
TG: after we go god tier you want to help me have a funeral for her
GG: Of course, Roxy.
TG: i would like that
TG: i always wanted to go to a funeral
TG: is that weird? maybe thats weird i dont know
TG: i mean not like in an especially morbid or gothy kinda way i just think it would be cool to honor her memory
TG: i never did that for frigglish but i should have

Re: RAGE

[menially]

[The willpower to stay on his feet nearly escapes him, his limbs shaking from the exhaustion. But it's there. He's done it.

He gives Roxy a final look, a smile in his eyes that doesn't make it to his lips.]

Don't forget them.

[Off to the ladder he goes, even if climbing it feels like climbing a mountain.]

Re: RAGE

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[She has a very....distant look on her face, but she...has the barest glimmer of a smile there amongst the tears.]

[But you ascend]

[There will also be a pumpkin shaped pool, five of the six feathers of the Hope symbol on the floor, and more boxes to matched the colored bands Rage was wearing.]