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...You lasted longer than me and White did.

[Oh good, he's not... He's calming down. Good. That's good.

There is so much god damn gentle caring warmth in the room right now.]

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay. I-

[...He cuts himself off then, like he's just kind of realizing something.]

I owe my friend the nine a hell of an apology, probably, because he just got some of the dumbest thoughts shoved into his head over the crystal.

[...Over the crystal... Oh. Well that, uh.]

...Did you tell him you're okay now?

Yeah, I let him know that we were handling it. He trusts me.

[...]

He can usually calm me down if I'm having a moment. I don't do being alone very well. Ten years in solitary, remember? I thought I was over it; apparently I'm not.

...I should have thought about that before offering it to you. I'm sorry.

[What kind of fear did White have when she took it?]

I didn't have to take it.

[Anyway. Moving right along.]

So tell me how envy's going to fuck me up before I slam that one back, too, like the goddamn idiot I am.

[...Well, alright buddy, if you're so eager, he'll grab the envy one.]

...White didn't even describe this one to me, she just kind of handed me the envy juice and I became bitter about everything I've never had.

[But it does have a label scribbled on it, and-]

"Unsatisfied with something and until you seek to quench it."

[Here you go, buddy.]

[...Oh, boy. This is going to be interesting.]

...Well, that sounds like an accident waiting to happen, but it's not going to be half as bad as anything else you've handed me. Unless I'm just really unsatisfied with my lack of feelings again, in which case I expect you to stop me from wanting to do something stupid, you got it?

[...here...we go, um]

[...Make sure he doesn't do something stupid. Right.]

...I'll do my best to stop you from doing something stupid.

[...Please don't try to do something stupid-]

[Well, thankfully general dissatisfaction with an element of his life does not bring with it the urge to jump out the window, and by the end of the day, unless despair seriously fucks him up, we may be able to add this to the Days Kimbley Has Been Not On Fire tally count.

That said, that's...interesting. Huh.]

You know, all that really seems to be doing is now I really want to hug my sister.

[...There is a look on Silver's face, and it might be relief and it might just be that he's completely and utterly baffled, but he stares at Kimbley for a good long moment before responding.]

...You have a sister?

[...Kid, what the hell is your face even doing right now.]

Yeah. She's younger than me. I kind of looked after her after our parents weren't exactly a thing anymore.

The situation was shit all around, but she's kind of the only family I've got. That I know of, anyway.

[He was ready for a god damn fight and we're talking about your sister you know what, okay. He's okay with this situation.]

What happened to your parents?

Your tact, kid, holy shit.

[He doesn't seem too upset by it, though. It's better than...everything else, anyway, even if he's not sure exactly what his head's doing.

He thinks that this might be fucking him up a bit, though it's not really in a way that's going to make him fight the world; it's more in a way that's going to hit him like a sack of bricks later.]

They died, though. We were pretty young when that happened. Kids.

[Was he not supposed to ask about the dead parents? ...He probably wasn't supposed to ask about the dead parents.]

It must have been hard for you guys.

I didn't get along too well with them anyway, so I didn't really care. Looking after her was kind of hard, I guess. Obviously I was shit at it, given that I fucked off to join the military at the first opportunity.

[Well, joining the military isn't so bad, it's a job, right? You can support your sister that way, even if you're not around.

...But this is Kimbley, and that entire assumption is giving him way too much credit.]

So where is she now? What's she like?

[Does she blow things up too?]

Hell if I know where she is. Probably back home still, assuming she hasn't figured something else out. According to the military's records, I'm dead - she's probably moved on with her life somehow by now.

She's cute, though. She likes little dogs and those airy sundress things. She's got the black hair and gold eyes, too. We looked kind of similar back then, hopefully she took more after our mom once she grew up a bit because otherwise our dad owes both of us an apology.

She's kind of quiet but she's really intense all the time. No idea how to use her face like a normal person, she's sort of severe. She likes climbing trees? I had to keep telling her to not do that in the fucking dresses.

I have no idea what you're looking for here, but trust me, she's cute as fuck.

[Cute as fuck, and not crazy. ...That or he's leaving out the crazy? ...He's just going to assume that she's just cute.]

She sounds really cute. [...And... She's probably older than him and he really shouldn't be calling a grown lady cute--

But White's a grown lady, and she's cute... The cute still stands.]

[No, she's pretty crazy, she's just kind of an acceptable crazy? She's more like your sort of crazy than Kimbley's sort of crazy.

...Kimbley's a nine, that's not saying much- ]

Yeah. It's been a long time since I've seen her - like I said, we were kids. For all I know she's completely different now. Found some social skills, hopefully took after mom, ran off to get successful somewhere, probably has approximately all the boyfriends.

At least that's what I like to think happened? I don't know.

...Why not find out when you get home?

[...]

Other than the supposed to be dead thing, I guess.

[NEVER STOPPED PRYCE-]

Edited 2016-03-25 03:01 (UTC)

...Because I'm going to be actually dead in a few months, and even I get that you don't do that to your damn sister.

[...Yeah.]

...Oh.

[God damn, what the hell do you say to that. Why is everyone here dead?]

Sorry.

Edited 2016-03-25 03:10 (UTC)

It's okay, I've known for a while now. And from what I've heard, I went out having a great time - I died in battle, so at least I was doing something I like.

So you don't have to be sorry or anything, because I'm sure as hell not.

[...He went out doing something he liked. And if he's content with that, well, who is he to argue? It's going to happen no matter what Kimbley feels about it.]

As long as you're okay with it.

[...No seriously, why is everyone actually dead.]

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