thirteen ➢ private + voice

[patheticvillain]

private | kon

I have a question about what Charles did to you. [A beat.] I mean. For you.

public | voice

[He shouldn't be making this post, probably, no matter how curious he is. He's been weird about his mother lately, and if she starts talking to him he's not sure what he'll do.]

[So he compromises: voice, which is a tell in itself, when he could be using video (he's hiding), but to his credit it doesn't shake, and he doesn't sound afraid. Maybe Sam's out there, or Daneca.]

The Admiral's fucking with us again, I note. If anybody wants to catch me up on the news from Jersey, it's not like I'm doing anything. Otherwise I'll just watch everyone else be super uncomfortable.

private | text to zane + chris | later

today was complete bullshit and fuck this boat i have snacks and my door's open

the rules are no talking and whoever brings booze gets the most pillows

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[bittersweeter]

I don't want to know anything because he's not coming back. I know enough to tell Desi and Sam and the Brennans. [Though to be fair, telling the Brennans will mean findin who killed Cassel and returning the favor.]

[godsays]

You want to start forgetting as soon as you can.

[bittersweeter]

No.

Cassel's like... fire. Amazing, but the closer you get, the more it hurts. I don't want to forget that, so I don't go back to that. I don't need to know how fire works though, to remember it burning.

[godsays]

I wonder if he would say the same about you.

[bittersweeter]

You'll have to ask him.

[godsays]

I'm Zane.

An assassin.

[bittersweeter]

So you do understand him.

[godsays]

Yes.

[ He doesn't say this as though it is, necessarily, a good thing. ]

[bittersweeter]

Are you... reformed?

[godsays]

I'm... barely formed.

[ He feels as though his life was taken from him. That it was all stolen away: his will, his choices, his chances. ]

[bittersweeter]

But you're his friend? You'll-- He's an idiot. And seriously overestimates his ability to lie well.

[Basically he needs a baby sitter and Lila needs someone to reassure her that he has one.]

[godsays]

He overestimates a lot about himself.

He helps - remind me why I don't want to hurt people.

I do my best to keep him safe.

[bittersweeter]

Good.

[To basically all of the above. She is just losing all desire to put effort into anything now so it sounds... well like she doesn't care.]

[godsays]

Do you have someone to help you?

[bittersweeter]

Yeah. [She's lying and she's not even trying to be good at it. There isn't a point.]

[godsays]

Do you really want to lie to me?

[bittersweeter]

For that question, yes, I do.

[Better than admitting out loud she has no one.]

[godsays]

Then I'm sorry.

[bittersweeter]

It's funny, I don't even know you and I think you might be the only person who actually means that to make me feel better, not yourself.

[godsays]

It's because I don't know you. I don't have anything to gain.