[the door is cracked open slightly - apparently, whoever came in here didn't bother to shut it all the way.
(do i not just want to deal with the fact that if it was fully closed she wouldn't unlock it?yea)
anyway, she doesn't answer him right away -but from inside the cabin, there's the sound of crying. if he peeks inside, he'll see a lump of blankets on the top bunk.]
[hello her name is flayn and she is completely dead inside.
which is to say - as he manages to put his hand on her head - he'll get hit with a rush of feelings that are about as far from cheerful and determined as it's possible to be. she's been trying to keep her spirits up so they can keep going, but...
well, this week is hard.
there's a deep, pervading sense of loss, and guilt over not being able to save anyone, tinged with a bit of self-loathing. there's an intense sorrow, and... a consuming, inescapable fear and dread.
all of the people who are left alive are people she likes. any majority vote is going to be painful. no matter how tomorrow turns out, she's going to lose someone else that she cares about, again, and she's not ready for it.
[ hey, they match!! there's a deep chasm of depression on phoenix's side, wrapped up the same kind of guilt, more than just a tinge of self-loathing, simmer righteous anger, fear, worry........ wrapped up in a very thin blanket of grim determination. ]
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(do i not just want to deal with the fact that if it was fully closed she wouldn't unlock it?yea)
anyway, she doesn't answer him right away -but from inside the cabin, there's the sound of crying. if he peeks inside, he'll see a lump of blankets on the top bunk.]
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Hey. Sorry to barge in on you.
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[she knows, of course, that there are kind people here in the camp. phoenix has never been anything but kind to her.
but she still wasn't expecting to be checked on.]
...it is alright. [she sniffles]
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[ coming in a little closer. ]
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[the bundle of blankets on the top bunk shifts, and flayn peeks out from it. she's still mostly covered up.
her eyes are red from crying, though.]
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[ phoenix approacheth the blanketpile....... of flayn ]
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[she doesn't know if she wants to talk. but staying silent isn't helping, either. she nods once.]
I just... I cannot understand. Why them...?
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... Maybe the killers think they're sparing them, from the competition.
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[but maybe it feels that way because they're the ones left behind. maybe it is easier on the other side.]
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I don't have a good answer for any of this.
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Was it like this, in the mansion?
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Don't know if that made it better or worse. Thinking about it now... maybe better.
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[if there really isn't any possession here, then...
someone chose this. deliberately. that's what makes it hurt most of all.]
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... But I'm not sure coercion by inhumane competition is much better, mind you.
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[she sounds so, so tired.]
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[ going to put his hand on top of what he thinks is her head... hard to tell under all these blankies. ]
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which is to say - as he manages to put his hand on her head - he'll get hit with a rush of feelings that are about as far from cheerful and determined as it's possible to be. she's been trying to keep her spirits up so they can keep going, but...
well, this week is hard.
there's a deep, pervading sense of loss, and guilt over not being able to save anyone, tinged with a bit of self-loathing. there's an intense sorrow, and... a consuming, inescapable fear and dread.
all of the people who are left alive are people she likes. any majority vote is going to be painful. no matter how tomorrow turns out, she's going to lose someone else that she cares about, again, and she's not ready for it.
she's not ready for it at all.]
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[ he ruffles her hair a bit under the blanket. ]
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anyway, after a few long moments, her voice somes out from under the blankets. it's tiny and a little weak-sounding.]
...thank you, for coming to check on me.
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... Too bad I can't do anything more.
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You are doing more than I am.
[he's actually going out and checking on people, although he surely has to be pained by zenitsu's loss, too.
her? she's wallowing in grief.]
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Wouldn't say that. We all need some time with our feelings, I think.
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...be that as it may, we only have a limited amount of time.
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[that's worth being hard on herself, she thinks.]
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