[ the memory makes her stagger. even dying, shinobu hasn't felt her life was pitiable or that what she wanted never mattered. there are some emotions... some thought trains that almost seem familiar to her, but it doesn't quite add up to her.
except orion has been looking away from her, now that they're in private, and his posture...
but even outside of all that, she thinks a death like that is heartbreaking. for orion to think so little of themself... it's painful. ]
[ she has not heard him say those words to her exactly, but she knows the sentiments he holds and the kind of person he doesn't think he is but wants to be, so even if she's wrong.... even if she is wrong (even if it clicks now, why they were so receptive to her during the games)—
she reaches for their hands, for orion's hands. ]
Forgive me if I am mistaken, but you have always been a kind person for as long as I have known you, if in the weeks here at this hotel, or... weeks in other places.
And forgive me.... for not seeking you out sooner.
well. she can't see orion's face, but... maybe she'll get the sense that he's surprised.
he doesn't say anything about it, at first. shinobu, after all, knows him - if she's right, she knows him, anyway - and knows that perhaps his thoughts fall somewhere along the line of you remember who i am?
the tension in orion's shoulders loosens, a little, and then, they sag. he lets her take his hands.
and says quietly: ] ...all is forgiven. [ please. ] There's nothing to apologize for, Lady Shinobu.
[ and that's confirmation enough. ] Perhaps I should be the one who apologizes.
I can't imagine what the first week was like for you. For you two to— [ lose each other like that, if the memory is what she thinks it is. it's not fair, but since when has anything about these murder games ever been fair? it's never been about fairness. ]
.... Is it too much to ask if the staff can be in touch with the dearly departed?
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except orion has been looking away from her, now that they're in private, and his posture...
but even outside of all that, she thinks a death like that is heartbreaking. for orion to think so little of themself... it's painful. ]
What is it that you wanted?
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they're quiet, for a moment, tense. like they want to run away, or like they don't want to answer.
but it comes. soft, a little bitter. ]
... To be a kind and perfect person.
[ but he couldn't even do that. ]
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she reaches for their hands, for orion's hands. ]
Forgive me if I am mistaken, but you have always been a kind person for as long as I have known you, if in the weeks here at this hotel, or... weeks in other places.
And forgive me.... for not seeking you out sooner.
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well. she can't see orion's face, but... maybe she'll get the sense that he's surprised.
he doesn't say anything about it, at first. shinobu, after all, knows him - if she's right, she knows him, anyway - and knows that perhaps his thoughts fall somewhere along the line of you remember who i am?
the tension in orion's shoulders loosens, a little, and then, they sag. he lets her take his hands.
and says quietly: ] ...all is forgiven. [ please. ] There's nothing to apologize for, Lady Shinobu.
[ and that's confirmation enough. ] Perhaps I should be the one who apologizes.
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[ even if there could be a couple things.... ]
I can't imagine what the first week was like for you. For you two to— [ lose each other like that, if the memory is what she thinks it is. it's not fair, but since when has anything about these murder games ever been fair? it's never been about fairness. ]
.... Is it too much to ask if the staff can be in touch with the dearly departed?
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they're quiet, for a long moment, and then glance away. ]
... I have not spoken with her, no.
[ :') ]
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Have not? Instead of cannot?
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Both, I suppose.
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I will tell you I think you should talk to her, if you can.
But if you can't reach where she is at all, then I won't pursue my second line of questioning.
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... ]
The situation is complicated. [ ... but after a moment, softer: ] ... If I could, I would.
[ :( ]
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