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[sictransitgloriamundi]

... [extended sigh]

How did she word it, exactly.

[light_mischief]

[PETULANTLY]

How did who word what?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[flat look

also he's still upside-down]

tw: suicide ideation mention

[light_mischief]

It doesn't feel good when people do that to you, does it?

[...]

She said you would have been willing to watch Vile drive me mad, that you'd done it before, that you didn't know what that meant, and that you sounded like you were waiting for literally any excuse to give you a reason to kill yourself.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[pause]

God, but the French are over-dramatic. And all over the inevitable result of asking awful questions, getting awful answers.

[light_mischief]

Over-dramatic doesn't mean wrong, and I know she isn't lying about what she heard you say.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[a huff, and he pulls himself up into a sitting position.]

She wanted to lord over me regarding December. She was told exactly what the consequences of that day could have been. She didn't like it, because none of them ever like the truth. She went off crying to you. The end.

[light_mischief]

That's a boring story. Where's the hook? The intrigue? Hm. How about the part where you watched another loved one succumb to madness?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

No, that wasn't--

[pauses. when he speaks again, it's Darcy's voice, exactly as he had heard it.]

Really? You couldn't bring yourself to kill him, but you'd just get used to seeing him like that? I don't believe you.

[another pause]

That was what that part was. That part.

[light_mischief]

And what was your reply?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

"I've done it before." Thinking about it for longer than three seconds makes my mind shut down.

[light_mischief]

That's what worries me. Is it because you've given up the memory, or has it been locked away out of necessity? And if it's necessary for you not to know, then it's only a matter of time before my meddling and poking around causes real damage.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[frowns] I would never ask you to stop.

[...]

I don't want you to.

[...]

I don't want you to. [firmly] And whatever reasons I had for doing whatever it is I've done, I can't abide by them any longer. They were made without you in consideration, and thus must be remade.

[light_mischief]

[there is so much potential for good in that declaration. his reckless but flagging optimism takes a pained breath and carries on with a stitch in its side.]

What does that mean? [he drags his feet as he closes half of their distance. he feels briefly helpless, finally unable to even pretend to come up with some kind of plan or motivational half-speech.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

There isn't anything I can do. I've clearly made sure of that, and Friday... is very, very good at what she was created to do. And that is to follow my orders, even to my own potential detriment. Whatever I had told her to do, she will move Heaven and Earth to preserve it.

[he pauses, then looks up at him.]

I will have no role in whatever is to come. I made that choice for myself a very, very long time ago. What will happen, and what will happen after that, shall be entirely up to you and that band of misfit toys on the other side of the door.

[beat]

So. No pressure.

[light_mischief]

[he lets out a tired laugh.]

Right. No pressure. It'd be easier if I could trust more than three people on the ship not to completely destroy everything.

[...]

I'm not going to be satisfied until you're free of whatever decisions you've trapped yourself in. It's going to have to be a slow and careful process if we don't want everything to come crashing down around us, but it's going to happen.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[rests head on hand]

It isn't always such a bad thing, you know. To be trapped. The rabbit wants to escape the hutch, but only because it's not thinking about the owl.

[light_mischief]

The rabbit usually doesn't custom-design his hutch, lock the door and forget where he left the key.

[he reaches the couch and stops, sinking to his knees in front of the Captain and resting his hands on either side of him.]

What is it that you want to happen? Where do you want all of this to lead? I know you might have trouble conceptualizing it, but... even if you can't answer me now, I'd like you to think about it.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[pause]

To you.

[light_mischief]

...I can't possibly be enough.

[he can't believe it, but he wants to.]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... [grins] More than.

[light_mischief]

[he's only the first -- only the most recent person to inspire any sort of feeling in the Captain; enrichment inside his cage that he'll inevitably outgrow, possibly simply outlive. but he can believe that he's enough for now, and that is more than enough for him.]

Truth be told, I'd be happy to spend eternity here with you. I find myself enjoying your personalized enclosure. But... I would also like to cavort around realities with you. Hah. I'd even be glad to tour you around Dublin, and I hate doing that.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

I'd like that, I think. I never really greatly explored anywhere. Before, I only saw the world in glimpses... After, I couldn't afford to linger. For any number of reasons...

It's so strange, to imagine a tomorrow any different than yesterday. I don't know how I'll get used to it.

[light_mischief]

[he reaches up for his hands.]

You will. The fear of the unknown doesn't stand a chance against the excitement of the unknown. And I'll be there to keep you company and protect you from any swooping birds of prey.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

[he takes his hands, holding them perhaps a bit too tightly.]

... I want to believe. More than anything.