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[sighsheavily]

I can't believe this... I actually like these.

[these being reference to what clothes she's picked at within the room they're holed in for hours indeterminate. she's pulled on a pastel gown and finished fiddling with the fiddlier bits, smoothing out the drapery in front of the floor-length mirror.]

The color is a shame, and I doubt this'd be of use if I get dropped in that bloody maze again, but still...

[it's nice. it feels nice! no more denim and excess buttons...

gads, the rhinestones making cactus blossom patters are kind of tacky, though. she oughtn't complain; it's a step in the right direction.]

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[sighsheavily]

[she can't fix it. she can't cast a spell to heal it.

...maybe, should she honor the role she'd sworn to on that epitaph, he could be free of the memory. but the cost would be great - maybe greater than she'd be willing to pay for him.

as if she has a right to! those are his memories, his torments...]

My carelessness...led to that. And I'm sorry. I know you won't let me share that burden, but frankly...that's not entirely your call.

What was your call, though...was coming back from that anger. Back here. And thank goodness you're a strong enough man to do that; I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here, scars and all.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

...I...I didn't do it alone. I had help...

Emerald and Ruby...Aizawa...they gave me some perspective when all I could see were my failures...

...You and I both know that this place is the real cause of the pain. We're gonna make mistakes...

[sighsheavily]

[her hand slides down to lay atop his wrist, letting her lean against his arm, head against his shoulder.]

And we'll suffer for them. But we must get back up, help each other up, yes.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

... ... ...

When I woke up and clawed my way out of the grave...after I remembered the promise I made to my brother...I started to wonder what was the point...

I started to wonder who I even was...

But...they told me that...

That I've helped people here...I've done some real, tangible good...

[sighsheavily]

[she gently squeezes his wrist.]

And you'll do more good. I'll be around to see it and remind you.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

...I've helped you too, right?

I know it seems like a stupid question but...

[sighsheavily]

You have. I told you before, didn't I? You're the one I feel safest around.

[beat.

lighter:] But, if you mean more tactile examples, well...you did make me that beautiful satchel. [...] I do hope it made its way here...I'd hate to have lost it.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[That draws a bashful smile from him and he lowers his head to hide the blush.]

I...yeah...I did make that, didn't I...

I'm glad it's so precious to you...

[sighsheavily]

Mn. [certainly, emboldened by his bashfulness:] One of my treasures. I can't stand the idea of having to carry things around as I was before now.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

How did you manage before?

[sighsheavily]

By hand! By hand, I carried everything by hand, Darin.

[beat.]

...Except when some of the skirts inexplicably had pockets. That was rare, however. [and almost always the denim ones. ugh. denim.]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Yeah, I don't think any of your new clothes are gonna have any pockets like that unless you want me to sew them in...but I think that'd just look tacky.

[He has a little fashion mindfulness! At least when it comes to others. Never himself.]

[sighsheavily]

While I do love and trust your craftsmanship...I agree. Leave the clothes alone, dear.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Of course, dear. I wouldn't dream of altering them.