[she says it calmly, with a note of understanding. as if to say that such a thing is unimaginable - the agony of that loss, and the depths of the answering rage.]
Who even are these people you spoke to? The ones that were prevented from understanding you. Are they other gods?
They're a little like... auditors, in a way. Of reality. They should be interested in stopping anyone who's going around and fucking with it, like he is... And yet.
[does this mean this is tax evasion on a reality bending scale
Helena can only shake her head.]
And you can hardly replace someone in such an important role, even if they're not doing their duty...
[which is kind of a secret relief, because if reality auditors start crashing through the ceiling, the idea of convincing the Captain to undo things on his own end becomes a lost cause.]
It's all terribly frustrating, and I've not even been here half a year. How you managed to stay sane is nothing short of a miracle.
[this is where she pauses, lets some of the nerves show again, a flicker.]
...You said Miss Victoria had something that interested you. And from what I heard, it helped you survive. What was it?
[and before she can be interrupted.]
I have no wish to take it from you. And even if I did, I'm sure you'd kill me so clearly that even this place couldn't bring me back. But where I came from, I'm not sure if I count as living or dying myself. It'd be enough to know that somewhere in reality, there's hope - so I can pretend somehow I can find something like it in my realm, if that me ever gets out of her own cage.
[she's going to quit while she's ahead, on that one, and just slowly nods. smiles a little, as if to say it was worth a shot. guess she'll have to solve that particular conundrum of life and death on her own.]
Thank you.
[and that's all she's come to learn. but for a more concrete piece of gratitude, later, she'll drop a coffee off for Jenny. it's the kind from the actually good beans that this ship has, so she hopes it'll suffice for properly thanking a goddess.]
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[she says it calmly, with a note of understanding. as if to say that such a thing is unimaginable - the agony of that loss, and the depths of the answering rage.]
Who even are these people you spoke to? The ones that were prevented from understanding you. Are they other gods?
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[here they are.]
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Helena can only shake her head.]
And you can hardly replace someone in such an important role, even if they're not doing their duty...
[which is kind of a secret relief, because if reality auditors start crashing through the ceiling, the idea of convincing the Captain to undo things on his own end becomes a lost cause.]
It's all terribly frustrating, and I've not even been here half a year. How you managed to stay sane is nothing short of a miracle.
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Yeah. A miracle.
[yes.... because she's.... she's sane..... yes.....]
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[she can say no, of course. it's the principle of asking, though, allowing Jenny the choice of it.]
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...You said Miss Victoria had something that interested you. And from what I heard, it helped you survive. What was it?
[and before she can be interrupted.]
I have no wish to take it from you. And even if I did, I'm sure you'd kill me so clearly that even this place couldn't bring me back. But where I came from, I'm not sure if I count as living or dying myself. It'd be enough to know that somewhere in reality, there's hope - so I can pretend somehow I can find something like it in my realm, if that me ever gets out of her own cage.
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Thank you.
[and that's all she's come to learn. but for a more concrete piece of gratitude, later, she'll drop a coffee off for Jenny. it's the kind from the actually good beans that this ship has, so she hopes it'll suffice for properly thanking a goddess.]