Event Twenty-Five.

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I'd like to creep into the wood And see the bonnets blue, And hear the bluebells ringing loud, I wish I could -- don't you?

t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands. It's probably fine. Don't mind it at all. It's not like it's hard to ignore a little flower. (At least, not until the effects start to kick in. Better go rescue the people in the well before they do.) Oh, right. Even the people in the well have flowers, so... things are going to be a little ridiculous very quickly, when all of those side effects kick in. Have fun! Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[discernments]

You must have some heavy burdens. What helps you keep it in check?

[ Different worlds means different manifestations of ailments, but if there is anything that could help, she'd like to hear it. ]

[passio]

…company. I have to remind myself that I’m not alone.

[ it’s more than that, but there’s only so much time they have, and he doesn’t want to completely unload his feelings on a stranger. she does not deserve to listen to just how deep his insanity runs. ]

Do you ever…?

[ get lonely, he wonders? ]

[discernments]

I will keep you company as long as you want it.

[ She technically doesn't need to eat or sleep, though she can, so it's an offer she can give sincerely. ]

Do I ever feel alone? [ There's a small pause for some kind of pensive and complicated emotion to flicker across her features before she smiles. ] It wouldn't be fair of me to. It wouldn't be right for me to.

[ It's said simply, something she's accepted for herself. It's nothing that makes her sad. She doesn't regret her choices even if it led to betrayal and death. ]

[passio]

[ of all the answers she might have given, dextera didn’t expect that one. it’s the opposite of what most people suffer, he thinks—that people often feel as if they don’t have the right of all the good that surrounds them. that, he’s heard of. ]

…?

[ he hesitates, but it’s clear he has to ask. ]

What… do you mean?

[discernments]

[ Just like Dextera, she doesn't feel like a stranger deserves to have her history unloaded onto him. Still, she is honest and straightforward when she can be. ]

I once made a choice that I knew many would disapprove of, but I still went forward with it. I knew it would eventually lead to me being alone, so if I felt lonely even though I knew it would happen, that wouldn't be fair.

[ Her smile doesn't lack warmth, but it is a little nostalgic. ]

I don't act to have regrets.

[passio]

Ah…

[ there’s something like a ripple at his side. whatever is wrong with him, that deep and unending loneliness he’s familiar with, reacts to her words. the idea that she doesn’t deserve to feel alone is not one that’s occurred to him, but it resonates. ]

But those regrets… they must follow you anyway.

[discernments]

I'm not perfect, so I have committed actions that can be considered terrible, but it's nothing I regret.

[ In her mind, it would be worse to be halfhearted. People have called her reckless, evil, fake, and a whole slew of other things, but Jeanne thinks it'd be a disservice to those around her if she weren't steadfast. ]

There are many who think I should hold regrets, that I should harbor anger for being betrayed, but I knew something like that was inevitable. I accepted it.

[ That is sincere. Being betrayed was terrible, but she accepted it. ]

[passio]

[ something about the way she speaks is so resolved, so mature, that dextera has to wonder what her core might look like. she, unlike he and his own struggles, seems so pure-hearted, for the definition of purity that his world operates on. he forces himself to breathe slowly. he listens. ]

I… think the world would be better, if we could all accept the things we’ve done.

[discernments]

I agree. It is one of the best ways to learn and improve ourselves. We may despair, but because we do, there is hope, and isn't that something to take to heart?

[ People should be scooped up, not crushed. That's what she believes with all her heart. People should be saved. They may do horrible and evil things that shouldn't be forgiven, but they still deserve to be saved. ]

I will always have hope for the future.

[passio]

[ her words are wise—and healing—in a way dextera only wishes he could be. she’s the sort of person he tries to emulate as a fledgling god, but it’s hard when he still needs so much instruction himself. at the very least, as they talk, that void on his side finally seems to be calming down. ]

…I…

[ he nods, as his eyes begin to brim with tears. ]

I want to, too.

[discernments]

I'm glad.

[ Her smile brightens when she sees the void shrink. If this conversation is helping him even a little, then she's content. ]

We can work on it together.