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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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"'If the crime of having hopes and dreams is death... then I want to rewrite that law.' What was that about?"

What do you think? You call her useless, but you can't even stop Zwei and protect your own heart. To me, that's worse than her wanting to have hopes and dreams.

Your sense of usefulness is twisted.

"Tch...! Take a look around. The plants here are dead. Tell me that Coping... someone who should help Hail get through the difficult times... Tell me why her focusing on her future, hopes, and dreams is any better! Tell me why those plants died and tell me why nobody can do anything about the way Hail is! Because you could be the one to tell me why!"

Edited 2013-07-31 19:55 (UTC)

... Why am I always the one giving you advice on happiness?

[he stands, slowly]

I don't know why it failed. But I also don't know why someone so interested in feelings and how people react could be so averse to experimentation and change.

Edited 2013-07-31 20:03 (UTC)

"Maybe you don't know why it failed. But he would."

She pauses, looking over you condescendingly now.

"I have changed my ways several times, fool."

How?

[oh, this is hilarious.]

Tell me more.

"...annoying."

The nurse grabs the front of your shirt and yanks hard.

"You don't think I know that he has some of the blame? I do not need to be vague—I am talking about Emil. Yes... the other Turquoise lead Coping to the garden, and showed Coping the beauty she should not have been allowed to see... but it was Emil who made her want to stay out there. And you see what happened to her."

[he looks unimpressed with her yanking his shirt, and coolly pushes her away; don't touch me for this]

I didn't ask what Emil did. I asked what you did to change, since you think I'm a fool for thinking you haven't.

Feelings everywhere, man. Nurse Echo just clenches her fists.

"I accepted that death is not the answer. Dying... dying seems to be terrifying. But then, I was approached with the idea that death is acceptable in certain situations. But then, I realized that death is still terrifying. I am still struggling to figure out when it is acceptable... but, that is, it should be acceptable in the end. Right? The very end."

She sighs after this long ramble.

"I cannot even make sense of this. I am still struggling, too."

[oh, I will let Emil take this]

I don't think dying is acceptable, not the way you're thinking of it.

[h...hand on her shoulder]

I'm... I'm really glad you're still thinking, instead of just agreeing with that.

The nurse is quiet at first, noting that shift in conversation partners.

"Not the way I am thinking of it? So there is another way to look at it."

Yeah. I don't think it's acceptable to just give up and determine that it's okay because life seems too much.

"Because life seems like too much... You really... don't understand, then. Determining if life is too much—now that I have reclaimed that role from Coping, I understand now."

She looks right at him.

"But I do not think you would understand how much is too much for Hail, Emil."

That's the thing-- I understand a lot better than you might think.

I just think... you're undercutting your own accomplishments, Hail.

"What do you mean?"

[inhale-- exhale]

You tackled your own problems in a way I don't have the nerve to, even defeating your feelings for Vincent.

You've kept records of everything that's happened in Aather... Even if it's just what people did, that's still important and not many people have the dedication to do something like that.

You were a way bigger part of the Jabberwock thing that I was... And even little things, like the amount of friends you have...

She's still. Her cold expression softens and she relaxes her clenched hands.

No, there's nothing she can really say to that.

... So I think you should decide differently. Life is definitely worth living. Even...

Even if I hurt you.

The nurse still can't speak. Either something's going through her head, or she just can't find the right words.

However, the body on the gurney begins to stir.

[he glances over, and approaches cautiously...]

Hail...?

Coping sits up and—upon seeing you—she just places her hands over her face and screams.

But Nurse Echo is rushing to her side. With a syringe. Those fix everything.

Edited (just a belated typo!! i noticed!!) 2013-07-31 22:30 (UTC)

[flinches-- should have expected that actually...]

I-I'm sorry!

It's okay. Nurse Echo has injected Coping with something to calm her down, and she does. Just as planned. With that, the nurse steps away, allowing Coping to process you a bit more clearly.

"...why are you here? Why?"

There's desperate urgency in her tone.

[because hearts-----

Okay, he isn't sure how he should answer that. So he goes for the honest answer]

I want to help...

"You... you want to help me? I can help myself—"

She scrambles. She runs her hands over her dress, looking for something.

"Where is it?"

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