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Vʀɪsᴋᴀ Sᴇʀᴋᴇᴛ ♏ ᴀʀᴀᴄʜɴɪᴅsGʀɪᴘ ([personal profile] hypertoxic) wrote2016-01-03 12:00 am

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[personal profile] sequestrated 2014-07-23 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
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Sorry. Next time I'll be sure to give you more notice.

Sephiroth's not on a good path. You saw it. He will fail. He's watching his chance, and whatever they offered him - well, it won't happen.

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And there's more to aspire to than power for its own sake, and you saw that too. It's complicated, but you're learning, and doing it well.
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[personal profile] sequestrated 2014-07-24 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'd never tell her this, but sometimes she's what gets him out of his bunk in the morning. She's so irrepressible and bright, and even when she submits, she never gives up. She shines like a dark star, in a way he knows he never, ever will, this strange little sister of his with the horns and the blank, white eyes.

She'd seemed so very alone right back at the start, crouched beneath her concealing hood on the crewship—and he'd tried to help her, because he was so alone. And then he'd nearly died, several times, and he'd found her to apologise despite all of her threats, because apologies are familiar, safe things that help set his world in order, and because if he'd died on the ice, he would have missed his chance.

What I want is a friend, she'd said. And what had he said? Friendship takes time. Right here and now, I can't give you that answer. But the CDC turned out to be a crucible, and she was made an example of—and then, at least in part outraged by what they'd done to her, he'd got the same.

And now they're friends. Except sometimes, now, he sees it when he closes his eyes:
— M01C12-256 | Vriska Serket
Anyone, after all, can die. And often it's the brightest people who don't last. He's readying himself, as he is with everyone he cares about. But her most of all.]


Vriska, dear, it's fine.

But that was why I showed you the poem. Not "don't give up", quite. More "what we were isn't what we will be always, or should be always. And that's okay".

It is, you know.


[Not just her, of course, but him. Even at home, he knows there were horrors out there that make what he's going through look trivial. Sometimes he's ashamed.]
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[personal profile] sequestrated 2014-07-27 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
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I do believe in you. Don't get me wrong, here. You can be scary. And as I heard a lot when I was small, nice young girls don't raise their voices.


[It might be the first time he's mentioned anything about his home to her, and it's only a passing detail. He is thinking of what he knows she's done, but neither of them need to raise it.]

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Power's not necessarily a bad thing to aspire to. But some ways to use it are better than others. I think you understand that, too.
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[personal profile] sequestrated 2014-08-03 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
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Plenty of human cultures went in for conquest. Still do, depending who you ask. But you're right, we usually mean something softer by power. Something you should use wisely, which few ever do.

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It all seemed so unfair and wrong. And nothing you could really do but work at the edges to make it better. I never did, of course.

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But what do you mean, how you save them? What would be a bad way to save someone?


[This might just be very, very important. A shame he hasn't elaborated, or told her anything much.]