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[condonation]

farrah

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[bloodflows]

Hey. You're uh, how're you doing?

With everything bad happening all at once here.

[condonation]

Well.

[ You know, honesty is the best policy. ]

I do think I have a better understanding of your distaste for Rubeans.

[bloodflows]

Some of them giving you grief, or is this whole thing just giving you grief?

It's the latter for me, honestly.

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It's... I have endeavored to embrace so much, but the notion of murder for sport? The fact that we may return does not lessen the abhorrence.

[bloodflows]

Yeah... I don't like the added pressure of "do it before someone else does it to you", too.

Unnecessary pressure that's really not helping anyone make the decision. They'll either do it or they won't. Forcing it's just cruel.

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All of this is cruel. Death is not a game. And, and the culture-

Their zadza is about impulses, the liberation of inhibitions. Pursuing and hunting others feels far more deliberate than merely succumbing to an urge.

[bloodflows]

I figured she was doing it just to show us she could. Apparently it's a Rubean tradition but, I mean - still feels like she's running the show.

[And she wants them all to know it.]

I'm refusing to take part. Probably not gonna win me any points with her but regardless of whose name is on me, it feels a little messed up to do it for 'fun'.

[condonation]

We don't truly have the luxury of refusal. We have to anticipate someone coming after us every moment.

[ This feels a lot like home! ]

[bloodflows]

We have to watch each other's backs, to alleviate some of that fear.

If we had enough people come together, it might help.

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We might give it a try, but we're deep in the fray, it may be too late.

Have you met any of the Blackguards? Their eager ways aren't quite my delight, yet knowing them may prove worth it.

[bloodflows]

I like 'em more than the other ones, the Zlak-kinis or whatever.

[Still.]

I don't trust anyone farther than I can throw them on a good day. Not to say you shouldn't, if you want to.

[condonation]

The Zlatniki. [ She *kindly* corrects. ]

I don't believe trust is essential, yet they seem to care for our well-being, far more than others. Their Duchess is powerful, and it's both brave and risky to speak openly of their favor towards us.

[bloodflows]

Yeah, them.

[He snorts.]

I guess. I just - I always feel like there're other motives out there, for everything people do. Until I know a person and can dismiss that thought, I dunno. I'm cautious.

[condonation]

That's a difficult way to live, Finch.

[bloodflows]

I am unfortunately aware. I'd love to be able to live another way.

[condonation]

I'll help you try. Somehow. [ A beat. ] You're not alone, are you? You shouldn't be alone during the celebration.

[bloodflows]

[He's alone. So alone.]

I'm checking in on people, but - yeah. I don't mind it though.

[condonation]

It's not... safe. Should you decide you do mind, know that I am always happy to keep you company.

[bloodflows]

Are you still around the boarding house? I could visit for a little.

[Mostly, because, he wants to help her stay safe - he doesn't give a shit about himself.]

[condonation]

I'd like that.

[bloodflows]

Cool. I'll uh, come by this evening?

[condonation]

I'll see you then.

[bloodflows]

[And come evening, Finch comes walking on in - finding his way back to the boarding house, his usual bag on his shoulder and the scraggly aesthetic he has day in and day out. He sends her a little mental nudge, that he'll be lingering in the common area while waiting for her. Giving sketch eyes to everyone else around him while he waits.]

[condonation]

[ Farrah has been doing less aimless wandering outside now that the hunt was on, finding safety within the boarding house. For someone who had been confined indoors for most of her life and finally had the chance to roam freely, it was torturous to stay within the walls. It was the reason for her hasty agreement for Finch's company, although the guise of caring for his safety wasn't a lie.

He's easy to spot as she goes down the steps, stifling a chuckle at the sight of him. She's mimicking his sketch eyes as she approaches, although it's not quite the same as she fights a smile. ]

Is this your nobody talk to me face? I once referred to you as my little birdie, perhaps it should be my little raincloud instead.

[bloodflows]

[She approaches and the resting bitch face dissipates, and he laughs at being caught with it. He gives a sheepish scratch to the back of his neck, daring not to blush, but duly taking note of the nickname. Which kinda rings a nice note in his chest?]

Ahh, maybe. I just - it's easier to get shit done if nobody wants to talk to you. But I can't really make excuses about that being just for the hunt. I don't want people to talk to me, like, ever.

[...]

Barring some obvious exceptions.