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unfavoured[Unfortunately he's still not...entirely following.]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
what's it got to do with Annie?
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
what's it got to do with Annie?
[ Ah. Here's the fun part. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
More than one 'version' of any given reality may exist. Often, they overlap. These alternate realities may be exact copies, or contain minor differences: a world in which you are left-handed, for instance, or a world in which you're a woman.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Sometimes the differences are major: a timeline conflict, an untimely death, getting replaced by a robot.
[ That was only you, Noh-Varr. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I'm saying there's definitely more than one of me and more than one of you out there. And more than one Annie as well.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
More than one 'version' of any given reality may exist. Often, they overlap. These alternate realities may be exact copies, or contain minor differences: a world in which you are left-handed, for instance, or a world in which you're a woman.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Sometimes the differences are major: a timeline conflict, an untimely death, getting replaced by a robot.
[ That was only you, Noh-Varr. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
I'm saying there's definitely more than one of me and more than one of you out there. And more than one Annie as well.
FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org
Which is always an awkward position to be in.
[On both ends, he means. One isn't necessarily easier than the other.]
FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org
Whatever you need from me- you know I can't really be in the middle, that won't help, but if there's anything that would? Just let me know, okay?
Which is always an awkward position to be in.
[On both ends, he means. One isn't necessarily easier than the other.]
FROM: farrow.ryan@cdc.org
Whatever you need from me- you know I can't really be in the middle, that won't help, but if there's anything that would? Just let me know, okay?
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
I miss Simon.
I miss Simon.
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
Yeah.
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
If you're not 8usy.
Yeah.
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
If you're not 8usy.
[ No "of course you can make time!" or other quips today. Just a simple: ]
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
The o8servation deck.
FROM: serket.vriska@cdc.org
The o8servation deck.
[ He finds her there, sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the stars. The viewport gives him a nostalgic feeling, and he responds to it by taking a seat right behind her, parting his knees and scooting forward until her back is against his chest. ]
Hi.
[ She's small enough that his arms loop around her shoulders with ease. ]
Hi.
[ She's small enough that his arms loop around her shoulders with ease. ]
[ Vriska doesn't look up when she hears footsteps behind her, keeping her gaze on the far untouchable stars. It's only when he takes a seat that she starts to think something is up, but by then it's too late. He's slipped his arms around her, and a fine tremor passes through her shoulders before she relents to settling back against him. After a moment's thought, she leans her head against one of the arms he's got circling her shoulders. ]
Hey. [ Her voice is soft and rough with memories. ]
... you know, I wish he'd made it this far. I think he would have liked being up here again. Or maybe just been spooked by the void Ajna left behind. Both. I'll never know.
Hey. [ Her voice is soft and rough with memories. ]
... you know, I wish he'd made it this far. I think he would have liked being up here again. Or maybe just been spooked by the void Ajna left behind. Both. I'll never know.
Edited 2015-01-25 06:39 (UTC)
[ Her shoulder is the perfect perch for his chin, his head fitting neatly between the crook of her shoulder and the birth of her horn. He looks out into the void with her. ]
You can't keep looking back, Vriska. Even if it's tempting.
[ As if he has any room to talk. ]
He might be on another ship right now, looking at the same stars.
[ It's quiet, and hopeful, but it's still a might be, and they both know Simon's nature. ]
You can't keep looking back, Vriska. Even if it's tempting.
[ As if he has any room to talk. ]
He might be on another ship right now, looking at the same stars.
[ It's quiet, and hopeful, but it's still a might be, and they both know Simon's nature. ]
[ She huffs a heavy, tight breath, a sound that would indicate the start of tears in anyone else. Roughly: ]
I don't know how to stop caring so much about someone I'm never going to see again, okay.
[ Looking at the same stars. The thought makes her want to cry, and she clamps down on the feeling viciously. ]
... I have to give Gliese credit. She's a master at crowd control.
I don't know how to stop caring so much about someone I'm never going to see again, okay.
[ Looking at the same stars. The thought makes her want to cry, and she clamps down on the feeling viciously. ]
... I have to give Gliese credit. She's a master at crowd control.
She has to be. She's had a few centuries to practice.
[ Gliese is mysterious to him, unfathomable. Over a thousand years old; how much of what she says is honesty and how much just a carefully crafted mask to, as Vriska puts it, provide 'crowd control'?
He didn't come here to talk about Gliese, though. He came to offer Vriska comfort. He's no moirail, he knows he can't offer her much. All he has is himself. ]
You've got me. Does that help?
[ Gliese is mysterious to him, unfathomable. Over a thousand years old; how much of what she says is honesty and how much just a carefully crafted mask to, as Vriska puts it, provide 'crowd control'?
He didn't come here to talk about Gliese, though. He came to offer Vriska comfort. He's no moirail, he knows he can't offer her much. All he has is himself. ]
You've got me. Does that help?
[ For a long moment, Vriska does not reply. Instead she takes in the warmth, the shape of him, the way she can feel his chest rise and fall against her back. The life in him. ]
... yeah.
[ Something about the shape of her silence, the too-quiet tone of her response, suggests a lot of answers begun and discarded in her mind. Like she didn't know how to answer him. And she didn't. Doesn't. He's-- ]
Yeah. [ She says again, stronger this time, and reaches a hand back to ruffle his hair. ]
For now.
... yeah.
[ Something about the shape of her silence, the too-quiet tone of her response, suggests a lot of answers begun and discarded in her mind. Like she didn't know how to answer him. And she didn't. Doesn't. He's-- ]
Yeah. [ She says again, stronger this time, and reaches a hand back to ruffle his hair. ]
For now.
Edited 2015-01-28 07:41 (UTC)
For now?
[ He's mock-hurt, but he understands. He can't fill her emotional pain for her. Only she can eliminate it completely. His head bends to the pressure of her hand; she's the second girl in the last four days to touch his hair, and like the first time, the gesture isn't unpleasant. ]
Whenever you need, Vriska.
[ He's mock-hurt, but he understands. He can't fill her emotional pain for her. Only she can eliminate it completely. His head bends to the pressure of her hand; she's the second girl in the last four days to touch his hair, and like the first time, the gesture isn't unpleasant. ]
Whenever you need, Vriska.
[It's a lot to take in, and some of it flies clean over his head. It's hard to swallow. Noh-Varr is telling him that his world could apparently exist in a thousand similar but changed instances, where some other copy of himself is off making the same decisions (or not, which may be the stranger part.)
The thing is, it almost explains the strange stagger in the memories of the Survey Corps members that the CDC has pulled in here. The way Sasha, Armin, Annie could lose all recollection of their time on the Neheda crew when he'd run into them on Selena.
(But then what about the others?)
It seems impossible. Slowly, as he tries to work his way through understanding—]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
you're saying that wasn't really annie
[Or, what he means is, it wasn't Annie as he'd known her. (Maybe it never was in the first place.)
But she'd looked like Annie. Talked like Annie. Does it really make a difference?]
The thing is, it almost explains the strange stagger in the memories of the Survey Corps members that the CDC has pulled in here. The way Sasha, Armin, Annie could lose all recollection of their time on the Neheda crew when he'd run into them on Selena.
(But then what about the others?)
It seems impossible. Slowly, as he tries to work his way through understanding—]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
you're saying that wasn't really annie
[Or, what he means is, it wasn't Annie as he'd known her. (Maybe it never was in the first place.)
But she'd looked like Annie. Talked like Annie. Does it really make a difference?]
[He's not sure if he's ready to believe it wholesale. He definitely doesn't wholly understand it. It's a lot grander in scale than he's had cause to think before—universes and alternate universes—even now that he's here flying through space and blowing up planets. But Noh-Varr's always been better informed about this sort of thing, he doesn't have much cause to lie about it. And Eren's never aspired to be willfully ignorant.
(Some stubborn part of him just wants to throw up his hands and stop trying to understand it at all. Because that means that even if she's running around some other CDC crew right now, Annie had died without ceremony on Ajna. (Sasha, too.) And that maybe she'd stayed that way.)
Either way, she's not here. There's no way to know for sure one way or the other. And that's more frustrating now than it had been at the start of this conversation.
He knocks his head back against the wall he's sitting against. Grinds his teeth. And then—]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
thanks
[For explaining. Or at least, trying to. There's another slow pause, but eventually.]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
sorry.
[For taking so long to tell him about Annie (an Annie? ???) showing up on Selena in the first place.]
(Some stubborn part of him just wants to throw up his hands and stop trying to understand it at all. Because that means that even if she's running around some other CDC crew right now, Annie had died without ceremony on Ajna. (Sasha, too.) And that maybe she'd stayed that way.)
Either way, she's not here. There's no way to know for sure one way or the other. And that's more frustrating now than it had been at the start of this conversation.
He knocks his head back against the wall he's sitting against. Grinds his teeth. And then—]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
thanks
[For explaining. Or at least, trying to. There's another slow pause, but eventually.]
FROM: jaeger.eren@cdc.org
sorry.
[For taking so long to tell him about Annie (an Annie? ???) showing up on Selena in the first place.]
You know as well as I do the risk of being in this crew, Noh-Varr. People leave. Or they get separated.
[ An allusion to her own exile to Grey. ]
But I know you mean that. And I appreciate it. You know the same goes for you, right?
[ An allusion to her own exile to Grey. ]
But I know you mean that. And I appreciate it. You know the same goes for you, right?
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