[So, I'm assuming they're probably in the pods at the same time. molly will stumble out of one eventually, probably sooner than he should, and immediately just start looking around the medbay?]
[ grace has admittedly been kind of hovering over molly's pod herself, so, like, mood. worm. but she sees him awake and she just starts tearing up like, immediately? she is good enough to not launch herself at him, though by her full body half-step twitch towards him it's a near thing ]
[squeezing her tightly, or-- as tight as he can. his arms feel so hard to move, right now, and he's a bit cold. almost like something that's crawled out of the grave. but he's alive, and real it seems. he's quiet for a moment, because-- he hasn't processed any of this, any of the feelings he'd had in that instant, or what to do about them, or the fear, but. he's just glad grace is here.]
It's alright, it's alright. You didn't-- It wasn't your fault. It's alright.
[At least, he still isn't sure about his decision. but he knows it wasn't the smart one.]
... The other room. It had shown me Yasha-- my friend. She looked possessed as well. She had been . . . I don't know. Killing Beauregard. But she had the same look on her face as the others.
[ oh. she pulls away a little to look at molly's face. she's stopped crying but her face is still a little splotchy ]
Molly... [ ... she looks down ] That place was messing with our minds on purpose. It happened with the other groups, too. Something pushing them to act one way or another.
[ grace can't compare what molly saw to what she saw. because simon had not looked repentant the way the others did.
well, kind of messed up. his nose is clearly still pretty broken, and he hasn't really cleaned all the blood off. it doesn't seem to bother him too much though.]
I know. I know that. This place wants that from all of us, to just-- fucking act. You weren't wrong. You made a choice, but what it was asking was cruel.
[ to be fair, grace is probably still in bloody clothes and hasn't cleaned herself up much more, so. they're too messes in a pod. or. outside of pods, in their case. she grips molly a little harder without realizing, looking down ]
... Yeah. It was. [ a little quiet. ] It really was.
[He's just keeping his hands on her shoulders - reaching a hand to brush any leftover tears off of her face.]
You don't have to make the same choices every time, either. [an arrogant suggestion, though, isn't it?] I know the other group said that they- ... felt they had failed a test of some sort.
I just know in my head that I thought I heard something say that I'd made a decision.
[ okay, well, one of her hand descends from hugging molly to grab his hand and squeeze. he may not have actually died alone, but it sure must have felt that way. she doesn't know what to say outside of that small comfort. except. she does have a question. ]
... They seriously argued over it? [ jesus christ. ]
Look, I was very much dying at that point in time, but they certainly weren't paying me any mind in favor of the strange decision. Hells if I even know who ended up doing it. Screaming and blood at that point.
[She might have noticed that he's a little cold, and also definitely still wheezy, but. Hey, he's upright. He holds up his hands, bending them. The movement is a bit stuff and reluctant - almost like . . . rigor mortis, trying to set in.]
Not so bad. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. I do regularly bleed myself to do magic, you know.
Not by stabbing yourself directly in the stomach. [ there is a mild difference, but she seems satisfied after watching his hands for a bit, so she shrugs and answers: ] Just sore all over. And if I turn my head at all, I feel like I've been hit by a--
[ train is her go to, is the thing, but that's a bad metaphor because there's the sound of wheels and crunching still in her mind, so she blinks. ]
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I thought-- I came out alone and I thought--
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he'd been prepared to be almost
well. something at her. watching her load that crossbow, not even waiting a moment to
anything he was feeling before just falls away the second she tears up, and he immediately comes over to close the distance, pulling her into a hug.]
Ssh ssh ssh. It's alright. We're alright.
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I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought-- you heard me when I screamed and she didn't but she was on the same floor, I saw her, so I--
[ and it only hit her once she was out: what if she'd been wrong! haha. horrid. ]
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It's alright, it's alright. You didn't-- It wasn't your fault. It's alright.
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but she's busy hugging him still as she calms down, so it's fine. ]
... I'm so glad you're okay.
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[At least, he still isn't sure about his decision. but he knows it wasn't the smart one.]
... The other room. It had shown me Yasha-- my friend. She looked possessed as well. She had been . . . I don't know. Killing Beauregard. But she had the same look on her face as the others.
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Molly... [ ... she looks down ] That place was messing with our minds on purpose. It happened with the other groups, too. Something pushing them to act one way or another.
[ grace can't compare what molly saw to what she saw. because simon had not looked repentant the way the others did.
not even a little. ]
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well, kind of messed up. his nose is clearly still pretty broken, and he hasn't really cleaned all the blood off. it doesn't seem to bother him too much though.]
I know. I know that. This place wants that from all of us, to just-- fucking act. You weren't wrong. You made a choice, but what it was asking was cruel.
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... Yeah. It was. [ a little quiet. ] It really was.
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You don't have to make the same choices every time, either. [an arrogant suggestion, though, isn't it?] I know the other group said that they- ... felt they had failed a test of some sort.
I just know in my head that I thought I heard something say that I'd made a decision.
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I didn't hear anything. I just... showed up back in the common room, alone. And all the adrenaline left me.
[ and the blood loss hit. it was fine. ]
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And then I was alone.
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... They seriously argued over it? [ jesus christ. ]
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a thing.]
Look, I was very much dying at that point in time, but they certainly weren't paying me any mind in favor of the strange decision. Hells if I even know who ended up doing it. Screaming and blood at that point.
[...]
Not sure I trust those two very much.
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Gojou at least came in to help us at first, but... Same. [ especially? with? no, let ME kill him? jesus. ] Douman's so creepy, too.
[ she might have shot them but they should have considered not being crazy? grace clearly did nothing wrong ]
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[is that all the thoughts you have on that mollymauk.]
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[ fukuda......... ]
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[fukuda................]
... I really am glad you're alright.
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... I'm glad, too. [ and then she winks: ] That I'm alright.
[ clearly she never worried about molly and that's why she's still clinging to him!!!! worriedly!!!!! but more seriously: ]
How's the pain? I know there's side effects to these things...
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Not so bad. Nothing I haven't dealt with before. I do regularly bleed myself to do magic, you know.
[so that explains all the scars, then.]
Your effects?
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[ train is her go to, is the thing, but that's a bad metaphor because there's the sound of wheels and crunching still in her mind, so she blinks. ]
You get it.