So they both know Flayn wasn't in the cabin last night. That's something she'll probably need to address with her cabinmates later, but for now -
Well, for now, she's sitting at one of the log benches by the bonfire that is somehow still burning despite the weather. She's got her head in her hands and a look of complete and utter disappointment on her face.
[Congrats Flayn, by sheer proximity you are the top priority right now. He practically stumbles from the front door to where she sits, looking over her with obvious relief.]
Flayn... come on, where were you last night??? You scared Steph and I to death.
[It's not angry so much as Oh My God THERE you are levels of relieved. Diluted Seteth energy.
He doesn't skip a beat in removing his jacket. ITS SO WET OUT HERE WERE YOU OUT HERE ALL NIGHT AAAAA]
Come on... let's get you out of the rain for a little bit, alright?
[SHE CAN'T HELP IT. The way he first says her name reminds her so much of Seteth that she looks up at him in shock, only to realize it's Guy a moment or two later, when he pulls his jacket off.
Wow, that's embarrassing.]
...ah. I am sorry - I did not think...
[Her voice trails off. Off they go to get inside!]
[she hasn't cooked for him because honestly? guy's already gotten the majority vote. he doesn't deserve to suffer more. but she has brought a cup of tea along with her, which she'll slide through the little slot in the isolation cabin's cell door.]
...
[she has no idea what to say, but. here they are.]
[He'll lift himself from that prone position just a little bit, his head still down, voice still low.]
You did the best you could.
Promise you'll keep fighting, Flayn, regardless of what happens tomorrow. We're missing something. Something crucial, that's just letting people get away with things like this.
[She really doesn't seem to know what to say. She shakes her head slowly, still looking stricken, and clenches her hands into fists.]
None of us will give up, Guy. Of that I am certain. But—
[Tomorrow. Gods, she doesn't want to think about tomorrow.]
...whatever happens tomorrow... If there is anything to discover on that side, we need to know about it. What we have received so far has been smudged, but - please, Guy, if it is you that falls tomorrow, promise me you will write to us if you discover anything, even if it seems inconsequential.
[...]
Or... ask the same of whoever you face tomorrow, if you win. Please.
[His hands tighten into fists in his lap as he sits up straight, a clouded and difficult expression falling over his eyes. If he won. If.
...]
Of course.
I haven't come this far just to screw up now. Even if I have to burn this place to the ground from the inside out... I want to make sure we all make it back.
[She wishes she could say something other than if, but - the chances are high it will be an innocent person in there with him tomorrow. That being the case, she can't imagine they wouldn't both fight for their lives.
It may simply end up being a matter of who has the advantage with the weapon they've been given, which is a difficult thing to think about.]
Thank you, Guy. I... we all want that, as well. I am sure of it.
[Should she be out at the lake right now? Probably not. It's cold. But Flayn is restless, so she's out walking, and she spots a figure near the water as she goes.
[His ears betray that he's heard her, one cocking in her direction like a curious puppy. It's cold, and it's snowing, and this is all sorts of bad ideas. But he's pretty sure he's not going to be allowed back in Ant Cabin anytime soon. So he's decked himself out in a jacket nabbed from the clothing shop, parked out on the dock.
When he finally turns to see her, it's with a tired expression, even though the golden, fluffy tail behind him does start to wag back and forth.]
...
Hey there, Flayn. What in the world are you out here for again?
You and Asch already had enough of a rough time out here, didn't you?
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w0, friday
So they both know Flayn wasn't in the cabin last night. That's something she'll probably need to address with her cabinmates later, but for now -
Well, for now, she's sitting at one of the log benches by the bonfire that is somehow still burning despite the weather. She's got her head in her hands and a look of complete and utter disappointment on her face.
Sup.]
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Flayn... come on, where were you last night??? You scared Steph and I to death.
[It's not angry so much as Oh My God THERE you are levels of relieved. Diluted Seteth energy.
He doesn't skip a beat in removing his jacket. ITS SO WET OUT HERE WERE YOU OUT HERE ALL NIGHT AAAAA]
Come on... let's get you out of the rain for a little bit, alright?
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[SHE CAN'T HELP IT. The way he first says her name reminds her so much of Seteth that she looks up at him in shock, only to realize it's Guy a moment or two later, when he pulls his jacket off.
Wow, that's embarrassing.]
...ah. I am sorry - I did not think...
[Her voice trails off. Off they go to get inside!]
I did not mean to worry you.
w2, saturday
...
[she has no idea what to say, but. here they are.]
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[He'll quietly roll off the bunk where he'd been lying, kneeling down to take the cup and put it to the side.
Only then does he lower himself into a deep, crouched bow against the floor.]
I'm sorry.
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Why... why are you apologizing to me?
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I've done poorly by you, Flayn. The last thing I wanted was for you to be burdened by regret.
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Please... do not apologize to me. It is the rest of us that have failed you.
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You did the best you could.
Promise you'll keep fighting, Flayn, regardless of what happens tomorrow. We're missing something. Something crucial, that's just letting people get away with things like this.
We can't give up.
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None of us will give up, Guy. Of that I am certain. But—
[Tomorrow. Gods, she doesn't want to think about tomorrow.]
...whatever happens tomorrow... If there is anything to discover on that side, we need to know about it. What we have received so far has been smudged, but - please, Guy, if it is you that falls tomorrow, promise me you will write to us if you discover anything, even if it seems inconsequential.
[...]
Or... ask the same of whoever you face tomorrow, if you win. Please.
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[His hands tighten into fists in his lap as he sits up straight, a clouded and difficult expression falling over his eyes. If he won. If.
...]
Of course.
I haven't come this far just to screw up now. Even if I have to burn this place to the ground from the inside out... I want to make sure we all make it back.
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It may simply end up being a matter of who has the advantage with the weapon they've been given, which is a difficult thing to think about.]
Thank you, Guy. I... we all want that, as well. I am sure of it.
w6, saturday
...it's Guy. She hesitates, but - heads on over.]
...Guy?
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When he finally turns to see her, it's with a tired expression, even though the golden, fluffy tail behind him does start to wag back and forth.]
...
Hey there, Flayn. What in the world are you out here for again?
You and Asch already had enough of a rough time out here, didn't you?
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[And! Well. The whole not knowing how tomorrow is going to turn out definitely makes it difficult to be soothed, so.]
...why are you out here? Should you not be somewhere warmer?