yves catchall

[florescences]

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[florescences]

[ she'd be worried a little less if he could feel pain. she never likes it when their memories are messed with. she likes it even less when she can see she isn't remembered. ]

Did I... [ ... ] I'm planning to. Are you going to be safe?

[noirges]

[ he nods ]

Mm. I'm not going to make things worse, I just... don't like hospitals. I think.

[florescences]

Okay. If you think that right now, how about we go someplace else? Will you go to your room with me?

[ some place with a bed. ]

[noirges]

[ shakes head ]

I'd rather not go to my room... I want to be somewhere in the sun. It's... really cold.

[ it's a perfectly normal temperature ]

[florescences]

[ this doesn't make her less worried. she debates because the state of his injuries are probably not great. there isn't much comfortable seating outside near the hospital. ]

Why is it cold? Do you know? We can go by the gazebo.

[noirges]

[ he nods and starts walking to the gazebo at the same pace as if he wasn't injured ]

I think it's cold because ghosts are cold.

And apparently I'm always meant to be dead.

[florescences]

[ at least they will be sitting soon. ]

But we are all dead here.... but I see you have always been dead where you came back from. I don't know how to warm a ghost up, but I don't want to aggravate your injuries either.

Okay, ghost Yves, who did you haunt?

[noirges]

... them?

[ soft, wondering ]

I didn't want to say goodbye to them, after they were so kind to me, so I didn't.

But... I ended up hurting them. Should I have just left before that happened instead?

[florescences]

It's difficult to leave people who are kind to you.

[ she knows. ]

It depends on how you hurt them.

[noirges]

.... a lot of their injuries are from me.

[florescences]

.... Did you all attack each other?

[ this is the picture she's getting. ]

[noirges]

[ well

he shakes his head ]

... it was mostly me.

[florescences]

Why?

[noirges]

[ another moment of silence, like he's trying to sift through his memories ]

When... I was buried, it was in the ley lines. So when they started to grow corrupted, when the Unmaker was trying to destroy everything...

I became a puppet.

[ you could even call him death's puppet ]

[florescences]

[ elysia listens and tries to make sense of it. ]

If you were made a puppet, is it really you?

[noirges]

It was my hand and my sword.

Who else would it be? Maybe it wasn't entirely me, but it also wasn't entirely someone else.

[florescences]

Hm... But it'd also be whoever was trying to control you.

The Unamker? Your intent... and your choices.... Did you choose it?

[noirges]

... no.

[ he shakes his head, because he is honest at least ]

It was something that happened to me.

[florescences]

To me, that makes it less you and more who made it happen. I don't want you to take all the blame, but it's not as if I want you to forget how it felt either.

[noirges]

[ . . . ]

I don't think I will.

[ just. a breathe in, and out. ]

It's hard for me to forget the moments I've turned a sword on my friends.

[florescences]

[ she watches him for a moment. ]

I'd remember the moment no matter what, if only so it'd remind me what I really want to turn my sword on.

[noirges]

... we ended up killing that thing, in the end.

It just... [ . . . ] It did cost our lives for it.

[florescences]

But you're here now.

[ not alive, technically, but still alive. ]

Do you regret that cost?

[noirges]

No.

[ his answer is so fast ]

... I just wish I could've paid it the same way that they did. But ghosts don't get to die gain, even when they want to.

[florescences]

[ it's a sad thing to think about, the implication in it. ]

Did that make you lonely?