final curfew pcs in sitting room

[fetteredwings]

a succubus,a normal? boy and a doll gather in a room full of books, snacks and plushies

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[revengier]

Your reason for killing, and the reactions of those who knew of it.

[fetteredwings]

...I see.

[revengier]

Are you bothered by it?

[fetteredwings]

Not particularly.

[ looking away]

But I had been prepared to die.

[revengier]

And when you didn't, you felt off.

[ He's assuming here, but he knows what it's like to be prepared to die. It's a strong sort of resolve that's hard to shake after the fact. ]

[fetteredwings]

Yes. I felt unmoored, like I had l certainty in my fate.

[ to die like a lamb to the slaughter, to die as a villain then world cast her as. She preferred the latter]

[revengier]

[ Ah, yes. He understands that one. It's how he felt when he regained consciousness in the museum. ]

Do you still feel that way?

[fetteredwings]

No. Because people wished for me to live.

[revengier]

[ He smiles, though it's soft and subtle. ]

There are kind people here.

[fetteredwings]

It's what makes me worry.

[Nala's kindness is stoked by others; White Rum had said it herself. A succubus with a heart of gold? What a joke. But surely succubi could be selfishly considerate, right? She can try for that.]

[revengier]

You think you’ll take advantage of it?

[fetteredwings]

No. [ Though it is a possibility ] It is more that...I feel like I'll fail them.

[revengier]

If you worry about failing them, then you’ll hesitate where it matters. You’re practically guaranteeing it.