[ he knows where she lives. it takes some self-control to stop working and leave Red Wings to Clarke. without something to do, he finds himself a little antsy, but he knows that there are some things that need to be dealt with.
[There doesn't seem to be any point in lying about it. Even Lance's insistence on keeping a stiff upper lip feels a little ridiculous right now, even if she partially understands his justification.]
[She's finding it easier to talk about as a thing that just happened, most of the time. It's like a defense mechanism against spiraling into remembering it fully.]
Yeah, um... I don't know much about what happened after, just that everything was a mess.
[ small steps, right? reconciling this is going to be difficult. and while there's not much that generally fazes Ren where he feels powerless in his own pursuit of action, trying to figure out what another aspect of himself would've done in a different world weighs differently. ]
There were a couple explosives that went off. One in the Volary, and another in the Quarry.
[ when he had seen Lance for the first time after everything had happened, he asked if he remembered it too. if it was something more than just a dream, because reality seemed hard to grasp at the moment.
[ he'll admit that, he didn't. the whole topic is really touchy, and getting into it is ... messy. especially since they didn't run in the same circle. ]
[ there's a little motion that he makes inside—it might be better to sit as they talk about this. it feels as if the intensity of a situation has washed over him, and now it feels as if he's been wrung out like a rag. ]
It makes sense, but I'm not sure it's a good thing. I've dealt with gods before.
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This doesn't just affect us.
[ it seems so much bigger than that, and a small piece of information could be vital. as much as it shakes him, he has to face it, doesn't he? ]
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a message sends to her when he arrives. ]
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Hi. Took you long enough.
[No, it didn't. She's just giving him shit.]
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Hey.
[ there's a lot to do, he won't deny that. ]
Are you holding up?
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[There doesn't seem to be any point in lying about it. Even Lance's insistence on keeping a stiff upper lip feels a little ridiculous right now, even if she partially understands his justification.]
You said you wanted to talk, right?
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[ what are they going to do, avoid it entirely? given the circumstances, he doesn't think that's the best idea. ]
What do you remember?
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All of it. What about you?
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What does "all of it" mean?
[ he'll get back to her on her question, but he's there's some context that he needs. ]
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Yeah, that's what I mean.
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Yeah, um... I don't know much about what happened after, just that everything was a mess.
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There were a couple explosives that went off. One in the Volary, and another in the Quarry.
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How much after that do you remember?
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I think I died in the Volary.
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Do you... you know. Remember it?
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he needed to center himself. ]
Yeah. I'm not sure if I'm ready to talk about it.
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[She gets it. She hasn't really talked about her death in detail, either.]
What did you want to talk about?
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[ he'll admit that, he didn't. the whole topic is really touchy, and getting into it is ... messy. especially since they didn't run in the same circle. ]
But I don't think we should keep it to ourselves.
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[She's been trying to get better at that lately. The problem is, she doesn't know where to start.]
How much of it do you think... counts?
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[ as much as it feels ... odd to say that, he doesn't want to discount the experiences from another world. ]
Especially if there really are gods.
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It makes sense, but I'm not sure it's a good thing. I've dealt with gods before.
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