[ Darcy feels the muscles in her jaw flex before she realises she's clenching her teeth. It's an odd mix of feelings- her own death is still cheap as chips to her, but Darcy knows people far better than she did during the battle royale. The stabbing incident still weighs on her- could she kill someone knowing Fio was watching? Or Undine? She loses herself in her brooding again, her pen stilling. ]
It's the most effective, by far. [light scoff] Guabancex truly has no idea how much she limited herself with only the memory of emotion, and only asking for it.
[ah. between what Ava and Venti have told him about Jenny, it's safe to say that's who he's talking about...] Maybe Jenny will eventually forget what it was like to have empathy for others, and then she'll join you in this immortal hell.
[ Jenny- Pirate Jenny, Darcy scrambles to note down the name he just used for her instead. ]
Or maybe you just uniquely suck, [ She snaps before she can stop herself. Darcy's reaching her limit of what she can handle with this dude and she can feel it. ]
She certainly had loads of empathy as she dragged every other passenger out of their hiding spots and slit their throats on the pool deck, yes.
[his gaze falls on Darcy again. he forgets she's there.]
Your worst pain will always shine brighter than your greatest joy. That's simply the way things are. Take it up with your god if you have an issue with it.
[poor choice of words, maybe...] It certainly seems like she's trying to make up for it now.
[coming after the Captain, tearing through realities looking for people to help -- but he doesn't know if the Captain knows about those efforts, and he isn't about to tip that hand.
anyway, it seems as though Darcy's hit her upper limit of bullshit for the night. she got this far without incident, and the Captain's clearly not offended, but that'll be quick to change.]
That's enough for tonight, I think. It's late, and we've got a pool party to prepare for. [like a dad who's noticed his baby's starting to fuss]
[ Not her most eloquent retort, but an opening move to give her a minute to think of something better. ]
I'm not taking life advice from someone who can't even do the one fucking thing he's doing right. 'wuuh look at me I forget all the answers I get'- stupid, childish, motherfucker.
[ Ugh. She snaps the book shut and takes Skulduggery's advice, going to leave. ]
( tea has been spilt, big bitch energy has been summoned to counteract the perpetual exhaustion of existing, clarke's even wearing that lovely war-gear outfit friday saw fit to wrap in neat nautical dressings for her.
is there a bell on the desk? if so, ding ding.
and if not, or at the faintest acknowledgement, both arms are being rested on the countertop and clarke's leaning in. )
This isn't a good idea, so she's avoided telling anyone about it because up until this moment she's done well enough talking herself out of it.
Even when she arrives at the door, with her tote bag and invisible to everyone else who might be lingering nearby, Ava abruptly turns on her heel to retreat.
Natsuno can't even begin to guess what kind of "matter" creates flames without smoke. Focused questions about science and magic, as well as their conclusion, are best left for Rita. In the meantime he'll throw stuff and see what sticks, as long as the captain's willing to chat.]
You won't tell me, but I do wonder what you'll do if you find they're still around. I suppose it is extremely unlikely... [if they were, they'd have shown up by now. right?]
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