I'll be with you until you remember me. I'll be with you even if you don't remember me. Until we catch up on all our memories and then some, I won't go anywhere.
[ Both his gait and speech quickens. On a scale of one to Lucas' route, how close to death is he… ]
[ he doesn't respond at first, and it might be easy to assume he didn't hear the question.
but he's going through all of the different words that come to mind, struggling to find any the feel right. in the end, he settles for what's simplest. ]
I'd say you've never done anything you need to apologise for, but that'd be a lie. I'll never get back the hours I spent re-conditioning my hair after each time you'd scorch its ends from hell and back. 'The experiment won't explode this time,' my ass.
[ There's a moment where his grip just… tightens on Thorns. Like a part of him doesn't actually want to go through with this. ]
But if I can forgive you for that, I can forgive you for anything. So whatever it is you're apologising for… just give me time. [ two seconds of time. ] I'll forgive you. Always. That's what it means to be compañeros de armas.
Yeah! It's Operator Elysium of Rhodes' 3rd Combat Squad, vanguard and communications specialist extraordinaire reporting in. I'm from Iberia and I'm the one who recruited you to Rhodes Island. We've known each other for the better part of a decade, I help you with your lab experiments, we play chess, and we get up to the other Iberian's businesses whenever they start getting lonely.
You like me thiiiiiis much [ extends his arms out wide ] and you listen to everything I say.
[ Did he have this entire practiced speech ready for this moment
[ He is so preoccupied with so many other things he does not really notice the staring. His hands are on Thorns, patting him down where all his injuries had been. Literally where all of them had been——he remembers them all. ]
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I'm tossing you into the river unless you can give me three extremely compelling reasons not to.
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[ sorry he is
grabbing onto him ]
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[ is this a compelling argument? not at all. ]
You aren't going to leave, are you?
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[ Both his gait and speech quickens. On a scale of one to Lucas' route, how close to death is he… ]
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he wants to say something else, but it hurts to talk so he just grumbles something in response. ]
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Was there anything you wanted to say before you went in?
[ He leans in closer after settling him near the river. Does that make it easier for him to speak? ]
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but he's going through all of the different words that come to mind, struggling to find any the feel right. in the end, he settles for what's simplest. ]
I'm sorry, Elysium.
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[ There's a moment where his grip just… tightens on Thorns. Like a part of him doesn't actually want to go through with this. ]
But if I can forgive you for that, I can forgive you for anything. So whatever it is you're apologising for… just give me time. [ two seconds of time. ] I'll forgive you. Always. That's what it means to be compañeros de armas.
[ gooby
get rinsed. ]
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in the water ]
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he eventually breaks the surface. hi. ]
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Elysium...?
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You like me thiiiiiis much [ extends his arms out wide ] and you listen to everything I say.
[ Did he have this entire practiced speech ready for this moment
maybe. ]
That's me. Your best friend.
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he nods along, his expression neutral but slightly exasperated like he thinks this is ridiculous? he's fine.
... although, at a certain part of the speech, his microexpression turns into a slight frown before he nods slowly again. ]
... Right. I don't listen to everything you say.
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[ he thinks elysium is just lying? perhaps?
although he still seems a bit uncertain. ]
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… How are you feeling otherwise?
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[ he stares at him. he really does stare at him a lot lately. ]
What were you saying before?
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Do you feel like anything's missing?
[ overrules thorns' question asking ]
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[ hm.
well, there's no point in dancing around it. ]
Some of the things you were saying didn't make any sense.
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He can't say he wasn't ready for this. Nothing about his smile or demeanour drops. ]
Which parts?
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so it shouldn't matter what his answer is. ]
What's Iberia?
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