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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[fetteredwings]

...did you go through the same things we went through? The murders, the hands coming to take the accused?

[ She listens closely, eyes as watchful as ever. She hopes he enjoys the food and the (strong) tea. Can she feed him more?]

It was good you awoke when you did.

[revengier]

I know of a few people who died, but... I don't know anything about the accused. I was more focused on my symptoms than anything else.

[ So... violence was there? Maybe.

Also she can definitely feed him more!! She's kind enough that he'll allow it. ]

This infection is inherently violent, after all. There was probably no way to ever avoid it.

[fetteredwings]

[brb bringing him more food]

...well, we had people kill others without an infection but the hands took them anyway.

[ looks at her own hands]

[revengier]

An easy means to take a soul, probably...

[ He looks at her. ]

You seem bothered by the thought.

[fetteredwings]

...I killed, but they didn't take me.

[She doesn't regret it, beyond the agony she inflicted on her friends]

I wonder...what made that time different.

[revengier]

Intent, possibly. Or the wish giver had been fed enough by the time you killed.

[fetteredwings]

Intent?

[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.