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[saudadist]

If you know Lucy-san...or, I suppose her name is Kaede-san...

Please, I want to speak with you.

I want to know who this person is within my mind...



[ private to Tezcatlipoca ]

Tezcatlipoca-san, may I have a moment of your time?

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[saudadist]

[ Out of everything he could've said, that's the revelation that strikes through her the hardest, the swiftest, the coldest. She thought someone who shares her body would only see her as a nuisance or a shield. Something to be irritated by at best and hated at worst. ]

She...she's worried? About me?

[ Lucy- no, Kaede is worried about her. Worried to the point of asking someone who is clearly her friend to watch over her, to look after her, to keep her safe. She oh so briefly wonders if it's only to save her own skin. To keep her body safe when she's not awake, but...

Nyuu can't bring herself to think so poorly of her. Not after all of this. Guilt sits heavy in her throat for even considering such a thing. However terrified she might be of this woman, she cares enough about her to not wish her hurt. ]

[gimu]

Yes, you.

[ quieter, gentler. he thinks of his brothers when he talks to her, little nyuu, thinks of eso and kechizu and their ‘voices’ in the unfathomable dark, and he can’t not curl himself around this small little creature with her cracked horns and hopeful voice. ]

It was important to her that you were taken care of. She knew she wasn’t going to be around as much.

[saudadist]

[ It hurts. Why? Why does her head have to hurt so much? Why does her heart have to ache so deeply? Has she been wrong this whole time? She believed those who spoke of Kaede's murderous tendencies had no reason to lie, but...

What if they just didn't know the truth themselves? What if they only saw of her what they wanted to see? Is she no better than them for only seeing what she was afraid of and not the truth? ]

I...don't know what to do, Choso-san. I've heard many terrible things about her before. But now...now, you and others have only kind things to say. [ She tries not speak with a wobble to her voice. She tries, and she fails. The knot in her throat is almost too much to even let her breathe. ] I don't know if she'd forgive me...for thinking and saying such terrible things without trying to see from her eyes.