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 Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:05 pm
His smile faltered ay her reproving tone and, with some effort, he pulled his eyes free of her pained gaze. For a long moment he was silent, mulling over her words and summoning an argument in retaliation. This wasn't the Em he wanted to hear. They needed the old Emelyn back.
"So they did," he finally mumbled, lifting his head back to hers. "Subjects're dead, I'm in a dress, an' by their little spectacle t'night they've ruined th' party. But th' labs didn't aim to kill those people--they lost 'oo knows 'ow much when those poor people passed, an' th' people 'ad their little revenge. I'm sure Sabin stuck me in this with the intention of makin' me furious an' ruinin' my evenin'. An', mind, I'm a tad drunker for wearin' it, but I managed t' come out grinnin', so I win." He paused, casting a glance around the clearing. "Now your turn. They've set y' on this hike, dump y' in this graveyard to upset you. Th' dead are dead, an' no amount of tears'll bring 'em back. Are you goin' t' let them win?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:10 pm
"Let them win..." it was less of a statement than a whispered echo of Thom's words. She looked again, then, through the slats in the low fence at the dark stones shining with a blue-white pallor from the high-settled lights. "No. Maybe they're the only ones who haven't let them win. ...Little revenge."
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:19 pm
He sighed, lifting a hand to rub his temples. This wasn't quite the effect he had been aiming for. "Tell me somethin', Emelyn," he attempted once more, letting his hand fall. "Say you're the next t' land in one of these graves, an' by your own will at that. Two days from now, a week from now, it doesn't matter. What good will it bring? Th' labs'll be furious, but they'll manage. Th' ones you've left be'ind..." Thom shrugged, nodding towards the graves. "You knew one of them? More than one? Imagine 'ow you felt when you realized they were gone. Set yourself in their place, set me in yours. An' even worse, I'll 'ave t'say I wasn't able t' stop you."
He paused once more, turning his eyes towards her and quirking a brow. "I hate t' say it, Em, b'cause I 'ardly think it's what y'need right now, but you're bein' terribly selfish."
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:25 pm
Two emotions spiked in Emelyn then. One was embarassment- a hot feverish altar of humility that she sacrificed herself upon in an instant at the thought that she was being seen as selfish, or wrong- that she was acting the martyr and the fool. The other emotion which rose up was anger. Indignation- how dare he call upon her feelings and everything that had happened to her, and belittle her pain by calling her selfish. Was her purpose always to be that of sacrificing herself for others, for putting others emotions and needs beyond her own? There was no reconciliation between the two feelings- and so, her words were equally tainted with both.
"I'm leaving no one behind. You've known me for a few months. They've known me for over a year. How many noticed that I'd come back to the village? ...How many missed me when I left?" Her eyes, though she willed them to go steely- could not move from their sad position.
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 9:37 pm
Ah-ha, he had struck a nerve! Winning a biting reply from her was certainly better than enduging another apathetic sigh. However, her words were just sharp enough to summon a swell of irritation from the cobra man. He didn't much mind. This 'discussion' would either result in a much happier or much angrier Em. Either was an improvement, and he would respond as needed to be sure at least one stuck around.
"No one behind?" he exclaimed bitterly, gracing her with a dry laugh. "Lovely, if anyone cares that you'd be gone, you're leaving them be'ind. You sound like a spoiled child! D'you honestly think just b'cause no one rushed t' greet you that no one was glad t' see you back? You were living in th' jungle when I arrived 'ere, an', unless I'm mistaken, I was livin' in th' jungle when you came back to th' village. Even on this island, people 'ave lives, people 'ave problems, and everyone can't be expected t' gather in welcome of dear Emelyn if Emelyn doesn't let them know she's returned."
"If it means anythin'," he added after a beat, grinning wryly, "No one's come t' see me in th' jungle. Includin' you."
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 2:54 pm
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Sabin Duvert Vice Captain
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