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The sight did surprise her; the vague silhouette of her friend, the way the moon cast shadows across him. For a moment she didn't recognize him, but the voice was the same. Pained, but the same.

"...What does that have to do with anything?" Amrita blinked, baffled. "Everyone makes mistakes? What happened?" The ghoul was well aware that she was quite high off the ground, and settled for advancing at a (quite literally) zombie pace, carefully sliding one bare foot forward at a time, her limbs drawn as tightly against her as she could manage.

Silly Amrita was about to ask what he needed the money for, but thankfully her memory booted the information before she sounded really stupid. Soon enough the ghoul collapsed onto all fours, able to crawl much faster than she could walk, since the horizon wasn't as obvious when down.

"Aww, Roch," She started, sitting back on her ankles with her feet making a convenient backing once she was close enough to sit at his side, her body angled towards his. Her expression was obviously concerned, and she reached out a hand to pat his shoulder, hoping she was reassuring."I-it's okay...you tried, but that's a lot of silver for anyone to make in a couple weeks." If that, she actually wasn't sure how long ago she had dragged him to the pet shop. "How much did you end up getting...?"

...Was it nap time now? If it was, this was an odd place to nap. Not that she could say anything though, she slept on the concrete flooring in the subzero basement of the Undead dorms. She had no window, just a lot of roots breaking through the walls. To each their own, she supposed.

"...Two fifty...?" She repeated slowly, looking down at her lap where she had folded her hands. "You know...you can still borrow from me if you need to, Roch." She had the hundred seeds on her, mostly because she didn't know how much first aid kits cost; she'd only ever used a needle, thread, and some safety pins. "We could leave a note for him, saying you'll be back after the trip...?"

"Measly...?" Amrita frowned. It'd taken her...a helluva lot longer to get the silver she had now. "Well...then...let me buy it? You can buy it off of me when we get back?" This was awkward for her, she didn't know how to help or how to make it better for him. All she could do was try, and it wasn't working very well. "You'd still be making the seeds by yourself that way?" In her mind, that was clearly the only problem. This would be her last attempt though, before drastic measures were taken.

On instinct, Amrita sat up straighter when he said her name the way he did. She listened to Roch, and it slowly started to click that it wasn't about the fish; it probably had never been about the fish to begin with. A couple times she did want to answer his questions, but she thankfully realized that they were rhetorical and kept quiet, just letting him go on about how pathetic he felt.

By the time he was finished, even Amrita felt pathetic. Her shoulders slumped forward, her fingers linking on her lap as she stared hard at her palms. "You...you're right, you know." She started low, trying to fight the wave of self-pity hitting her still growing esteem. "That there's always someone better." For a moment she bit down on what was left of her lower lip, shaking her head slowly.

"Well...lookit me, I guess. I don't have notable skills...s-sure I collect fish, but, come on, Fish won't get me anywhere. I'm not scary, I don't know a lot of things...but you, you've got something." Her gray eye, hazed with her inner turmoil, lifted slowly to glance at him. "Roch, you've raised two hundred and fifty seeds in less than two weeks! Most people can't do that in a single October!" Now that she wasn't talking about herself, her expression was lightening, slowly becoming excited. "You're a spider-monkey and you play the guitar real well and you're dedicated and tall and your hair is soft and you're super friendly and...AND YOU'RE A JACKIN' SPIDER-MONKEY!" She threw her arms in the air, repeating herself as though it were a super important point.

"I think...you should stop saying things like that, though. 'Cause you're a great boil, and 'cause...there might be someone better than you, but you're better than someone else." She nodded firmly, her arms still in the air, having forgotten to put them back down.

"Spider Monkey." Amrita repeated, completely and absolutely serious. That was when she realized her arms were still in the air, and she let them drop back onto her lap.

But to his reply, she merely shook her head even though she was blushing an odd brownish colour. She couldn't take over any body; she was doing her best to hide it, but this one was falling apart because of her inconsistent FEAR; she didn't take off her faceplate because she wanted to, but because she just couldn't hold onto it today. Plus, she wasn't sure if they built this body for her, or if they just did it for the challenge. She didn't say any of this, just leaving it be with that single, slow shake of her head.

"Well, you're already better than lots of people! Keep going and you'll beat everyone! ...Even Riley!" Aaaand her arms were back in the air again. "Don't be so hard on yourself, you can't just magically be the best...gotta work for it." Then, her half-brow furrowed again. "But not tonight, you have to sleep."

"No, that means you were taken for granted." Amrita clarified for him, stubbornly. She stared at his hand for a moment before grabbing it, using him to help her to her own feet. She brushed off her pinstripped pants, and after staring at her free hand, turned and punched him in the shoulder.

She'd be lucky if he even felt it.

"That's for not believing in yourself."

"...But...!" Amrita really didn't have anything to say back to that. He was right of course, it was up to him if he wanted to not believe in himself. "...F-fine! Don't believe in yourself!" She decided stubbornly, placing both hands on her hips. "But...Believe in the me that believes in you! Which...is all of me!" And, for the third time, her arms were thrown into the air, this time in fists. When they came back down, it was with an unsurprising curiousity.

"...What? Why don't you think ghouls can be serious?" Oh, Oh Amrita, just...why.