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Maybe not, but you can at least stop--[...

okay. never mind. they just pause for a second and lean against the front desk.]

...I get it. Coping with the possibility by trying to prepare for it.

[a deep breath.]

... Yeah. It's scary. I can't really afford to, you know? There's a lot of people who need me. A lot of people who trust me even though they maybe...

[and then there's stardust!]

[. . .

there is stardust! and it settles, leaving aquarius to quietly witness that and think things through.]

...Lup, if you end that sentence with "even though they maybe shouldn't", I'm walking away right now.

[her ear flicks, and she doesn't say anything!]

[the temperature around her drops just a tiny bit.]

Lup.

[she flinches.]

Stop - stop it, I'm just saying. It doesn't matter. They - they do. I know they do.

I mean it...sort of matters if you're still questioning it, but I get it. I get why you are, but I also just watched Harrow tell you that she still trusted you and liked you despite knowing you had plans to feed her to an abomination.

[it's like her brain is trying to remind her of this while she struggles with having put herself down for protection instead of harrow or like, aikawa, for instance]

It just - doesn't make any sense to me, sometimes. But it's okay, it's fine, just. Can we move on.

[we can't move on because i never got this notif.]

Fine, okay. We're moving on. What are we moving on to?

[ty your notifs]

Uh. [...] I don't know. We can just walk, I guess. I'm really sick of making decisions, so I'm just doing whatever.

...[they scoop up the origami kitty to tuck it away.]

Come on. There's plenty of hotel to wander. Are you hungry? Do you want air? We can go back to the school if you want. Campus is pretty big.

... We can do the campus, sure.

[she sighs, rubbing at her face.]

Maybe the music room.

Stress-violin. Sure. [they begin to walk to the revolving door.] Are we going on foot, or do you want to do the other way?

What did I just say about decisions.

[she says, but it's a joke, mostly.] We can walk.

[they shake their head.]

Right, my bad.

[but they will go through the door with lup! and they appear on campus. they begin to walk to the music room though.]

...this place isn't as bad as some of the others that've shown up out here.

[she nods a bit.]

I was telling Emet-Selch it reminds me a bit of the school I went to. [she hums, hands in her pockets.] Which I half remember. Crazy nights.

Yeah? [they walk.] I haven't been to a school in a while, so it's kind of new and old to me.

To be fair, it's been, uh - like, a hundred, hundred and fifty years or so since I've been. So I feel it.

Here's a weird, fun philosophical question for you. [as they cross campus.] Do you ever feel like your life is both long and short all at once?

Oh, all the time. [she says, amused.] More than you know, maybe. Why?

Guess I was just wondering. How people felt about that sort of thing. Maybe it's dumb to think about but there's a lot of you in similar situations. I've wanted to know for a while.

[there's no further explanation though because there's a sprinkle of stardust. and then a memory.

It's cold. It's cold outside, and you stand before the twenty-foot-long pit that smells faintly like root beer and barbeque sauce. The only light you see comes from the full moon hanging above you. You're aware other people are around you, but your focus is intense, words spilling from your lips as your powers take over you. You almost fail to notice the strong, silvery light flickering amongst the trees as it draws closer to you. It kneels, drinking from the pit, and as it stands you falter in your speech.

She appears to you just as she did right before she left. Timeless, ageless, and yet...lifeless. You don't notice the way she addresses one of the others first, shaking yourself out of your daze as you stumble forward calling her name.

She turns to you, a sad expression and you feel something in your chest tighten.

"You've gotten so tall," she says, almost like this is only conversational and not monumental.

"Why didn't you answer me sooner? I've been trying for months!"

"I was hoping you would give up."

The fragile weight in your chest shatters then. "Give up? How can you say that? I'm trying to save you!"

"You can't. Don't do this." You don't want to hear her say the boy beside you is right. You refuse. You scream the truth as you know it, that he let her die, that he isn't their friend, and you do your best not to tremble and break when her hand reaches for your face and disappears before your eyes.

"You must listen to me," she says in that tone you remember so well. It's the tone she always used when she thought younger brothers should listen to their older sisters even without reason. You don't agree with her. It isn't a flaw, this burden you hold onto. "You have to forgive. You have to promise me this."

"I can't. Never."

She tries to reason with you. She lies to you, says that the boy beside you has been worried and can help you. But that's not true. No one can help you anymore. No one understands.

"Why are you helping him and not me?" You shout to get her attention again. "It's not fair!"

"It's not him you're mad at. It's me."

You shake your head. You protest. You know your throat's closing and tears well in your eyes as she continues.

"You're mad because I left you. You're mad because I died and left you alone. I'm sorry for that. I truly am. But you must overcome the anger, and stop blaming him for my choices. It will be your doom."

The girl behind you speaks up. She's always been someone who applies logic and reason to everything she says. She tries to tell you about the tyrant whose power is growing, that he'll use you, but...

"I don't care. I just want my sister back."

"You can't have that." Your sister says in a tone more gentle than most. You nearly stamp your feet, loudly proclaiming that you can because of your lineage, that you will do this, but she won't hear you.

"Don't try," she says just as softly. "If you love me, don't..."

Hundreds of spirits begin to surround you, twisting and throbbing in agitation. A warning you want to ignore. A sign you shouldn't ignore, but it doesn't matter. She's here, finally. You won't waste this.

"Your power draws the attention of him. The dead must return. It is not safe for us to remain."

You panic as you realize she's once again leaving you. You beg her to stay just a little longer, but she's already fading before your eyes.

"I love you. Remember what I said."

And just like that her form shivers and she disappears, the ghosts vanishing with her and leaving you alone under the cold, full moon.

life...is both long and short all at once, sometimes.]

[i scream because i've never read this series and yet

but that's not important, because what is important is that this hits lup directly in the heart and soul. she just - stops. and holds her chest for a second, eyes closed. just, silence. for now, as she works through it, and tries to... breathe, or anything, do anything at all.]

[oh.

this seems bad. they stop walking, turning on their heel to face her then.]

...Lup? [h...hello?]

Fine. [she says, after a second, waving her free hand.] Just. Um. Trying to not - cry, I think. Hold on.

...okay. [they linger back and just...give her a little space. they also go quiet while they wait.]

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