[that doesn't tell her where on campus she is, but she has to accept it. maybe she's somewhere that right now, she can't be bothered while she recovers. healing in a sanctuary - and the doctor, her friend and guardian while she's in such a fragile state. he asks a question, and so she has to answer, trying to rearrange her thoughts.]
Light, then dark...so much so. Like falling.
[like the weightlessness of herself falling from a cliff, although it's not icy water that greeted her on the other side. she stops trying to move, the ache and exhaustion too much to do so, when she'd rather save her energy for talking instead.]
Have to...tell them...
[her friends. they need to know she's alive. the agitation is only going to grow if they can't know, she knows they'll be worried, looking]
Death is like that... a descent... The situation you were in, it would send anyone to hell.
[ her limbs crushes, bone broken, but as for her spirit... he noticed that cane protected in her grasp, something she held onto and would not let go. that leg had remained holding her up mentally and spiritually even though her body was trampled all over by repulsive desires and the like of dito. he's someone who plays with his toys, holds a doll between his teeth and shakes his head left and right until all the stuffing starts to bubble through the strips, and fall onto the floor beside him. ]
You're very lucky to have made it.
[ lucky, or blessed that midori exists to save her the moment that he did. there's a pause as he listens, knowing that she wants to let her whereabouts be known. he thinks about it, his eyes glance to his pda sitting on the window sill, until his eyes fall back onto her instead. ]
...In this condition? That would be no good, it'd make them worry, and would you truly want them to see you like this? It's not a good sight, Miss Helena...
[they'll think she's dead. even as she doesn't want them to worry, to see her looking pathetic. Helena has to look put together, has to be strong for them. they need her to be okay. if she vanishes for days, won't they be sick?
[ midori has been to hell, too. well his floor was meant to symbolize death, mock it, for it was something he never wanted to experience. that's how all the floors were, just reminders of their dislike, and things that would never change, and there the participants come to tread on it.
they were all part of that game, floormasters too.
but midori embraced hell by his own rules, and if there was a throne, then he would push who was off just to survive. ]
This compared to what you already been through is nothing then... what sort of hell had trapped you, Miss Helena.
[no matter how far she ran. no matter how much she decoded, how many times she left the gate. it was the same, the same, the same - the same game, the same terrors that never dulled. on and on and on. death and running. death, and fear. pain and hopelessness, a desolate place where nothing could grow except sorrow.]
Nowhere is safe. Nowhere at all.
[she's distressed, her tone says, but still disoriented. uncertain what or how to feel.]
Miss Helena... where you are is no maze, it's straightforward.
[ he reaches out to grab her hand, warm hands the one gently, and his thumb brushes the top of her slowly, reassuring. that's how he reaches them, how he bonds through comforting touches so that she knows there's someone by her side. an ally. ]
It's safe here, if anything comes... it has to go through me. As long as you hear the sound of my voice, nothing else will harm you.
[ his eyes widen, glow for a moment before dimming down to their regular shade. he's the monster that must be defeated for anyone to enter his sanctuary, and this place isn't a location that many wish to tread. they're afraid, scared that midori might do something unforgiving — there's some people who don't want to know what he's capable of. his control over so many people is a strong one, he has the foundation to keep dito in line, he doesn't like when others completely break his toys, and so he has to act in order to keep them in tip-top shape, the same with helena.
midori caresses her hand down to the tips of her fingers, oh, he loves the human body and their will. humans are just so interesting...
she may not be able to take the gesture in full with the wrapping around a few of her fingers, but at least the pain is numbed that she doesn't know the other hand has a few broken bones. ]
You can trust me, I'm by your side, after all.
[ as a comfort, as a friend, and a doctor. ] I would have fought in that hell with you.
[it registers enough to her, and he'll feel how some of the tension leaves her, how she relaxes from the touch, the kind words. that all she's really asking for is companionship and contact, while the world is uncertain and she's been left less independent than before. he's warm, and this place seems to hold her, and if she doesn't move it doesn't hurt.
it's safe. someone's looking out for her. someone's protecting her, and as much as she doesn't want to be coddled, treated too gently, thought of as pathetic...right now, she needs that protection. her gratitude for it can't be spoken.
it's not that she's worried he'll come back and finish the job - he somehow never did, he never finished the process, as if destiny said that he'd never truly cut her throat. it's the idea of someone else. something else slipping in, even though it was clear through every heartbeat, every moment, that she wanted to live. that she refused to simply die. she has to keep living, for its own sake. because there are people she loves with all her heart, that she needs to reach out to again. because there are things Helena needs to witness the end of.
Helena's breathing eases, and she understands, that right now, this place is a sanctuary. all she has to do is heal. all she has to do is go back to sleep. her fingers twitch, so loosely trying to hold onto his.]
You're too kind, doctor.
[the drugs blur her focus enough that she has no choice but to trust him.]
I'm so glad you were never there...that you were free.
[ he doesn't allow his hands to move, and instead keep them there so what energy helena has left can hold onto him. he's her support where she doesn't have her cane to hold onto, and so he remains stiff without moving, but his lips inch to the side in order to form a smile; he's pleased with the developments. those in this position have no one to hold but themselves all because they can't see, and they need hands held out to them if they're going to be able to take it.
as long as there's this bond, the one created in her mind as the drugs work on her emotions and though process, then he's able to find a way in. she's invited him, no less, by wishing the best for him, and with a shake of his head. ]
That's no good, Miss Helena. As your ally, I would have wanted to be there... so much can be done when one person isn't alone.
[ his fingers brush gently against the skin as he leans forward, and she can hear his chair creak along with his voice growing. ]
Just like this time... because I was there with you at that final moment, together, we made a difference. That Hell you once lived in, that could have been different too...
[ he sighs, trying to keep a gentle smile on his face. ] I hope you understand, Miss Helena, I wouldn't want you to be by yourself.
[reassured, calmed, brought back to reason from touch and the right words. willing to accept what must be done to heal. if her state is truly so terrible...then how could she be awake enough to explain it to her friends? to create a good cover story that they'll accept. oh, she's tired again, and if she doesn't move, it won't hurt.]
Don't strain yourself, your body is still recovering...
[ thanking him is what he deserves, and the fact that she relies on him even now works in his favor as he keeps his hold onto her hand. ]
...As your nurse, I'll be tending to all your needs. For now, you have to think about what to do after this.
[ she can think, accept her responsibility, and the pain she's going to offer to others once they figure out where she is. she has so much time to think about that while she rests here in his sanctuary. ]
Even if the whole world loathes you, I'll still care, so please don't think of yourself as ever truly alone.
Can...I sleep a little more, before I think about after?
[with the panic subsided, and the pain medication allowed to take hold, healing is an exhausting process. it was always fixed so quickly, she had forgotten how tedious it could be. the movements quelled, so the pain allowed to die down, at least dulled enough to sleep with. warmth, reassurance. no heavy hands on her shoulders, but holding hers, so that she might know where they stand. protected, not in some glass cage, but more like a cocoon, allowed to mend.
it's definitely the drugs, but she feels safe in a way that she usually felt when she was falling asleep next to Subaru.]
Sleep as much as you need, I'll be here watching over you.
[ as a doctor, and one with a helping hand. as the creature that lurks in the night, and someone who can mend every problem that she's having at the moment— he is a savior, but he is also the common man. he can be whatever she needs at the moment while she rests, and he reminds her before she dozes that he will always be by her side. for better or for worse. ]
Not one dream will plague you while you're here.
[ his other hand lifts, touching helena's forehead lightly to brush away strands of hair. ]
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Light, then dark...so much so. Like falling.
[like the weightlessness of herself falling from a cliff, although it's not icy water that greeted her on the other side. she stops trying to move, the ache and exhaustion too much to do so, when she'd rather save her energy for talking instead.]
Have to...tell them...
[her friends. they need to know she's alive. the agitation is only going to grow if they can't know, she knows they'll be worried, looking]
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[ her limbs crushes, bone broken, but as for her spirit... he noticed that cane protected in her grasp, something she held onto and would not let go. that leg had remained holding her up mentally and spiritually even though her body was trampled all over by repulsive desires and the like of dito. he's someone who plays with his toys, holds a doll between his teeth and shakes his head left and right until all the stuffing starts to bubble through the strips, and fall onto the floor beside him. ]
You're very lucky to have made it.
[ lucky, or blessed that midori exists to save her the moment that he did. there's a pause as he listens, knowing that she wants to let her whereabouts be known. he thinks about it, his eyes glance to his pda sitting on the window sill, until his eyes fall back onto her instead. ]
...In this condition? That would be no good, it'd make them worry, and would you truly want them to see you like this? It's not a good sight, Miss Helena...
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[they'll think she's dead. even as she doesn't want them to worry, to see her looking pathetic. Helena has to look put together, has to be strong for them. they need her to be okay. if she vanishes for days, won't they be sick?
has it been days?
time is so fuzzy.]
...I've...already been to hell.
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they were all part of that game, floormasters too.
but midori embraced hell by his own rules, and if there was a throne, then he would push who was off just to survive. ]
This compared to what you already been through is nothing then... what sort of hell had trapped you, Miss Helena.
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[no matter how far she ran. no matter how much she decoded, how many times she left the gate. it was the same, the same, the same - the same game, the same terrors that never dulled. on and on and on. death and running. death, and fear. pain and hopelessness, a desolate place where nothing could grow except sorrow.]
Nowhere is safe. Nowhere at all.
[she's distressed, her tone says, but still disoriented. uncertain what or how to feel.]
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[ he reaches out to grab her hand, warm hands the one gently, and his thumb brushes the top of her slowly, reassuring. that's how he reaches them, how he bonds through comforting touches so that she knows there's someone by her side. an ally. ]
It's safe here, if anything comes... it has to go through me. As long as you hear the sound of my voice, nothing else will harm you.
[ his eyes widen, glow for a moment before dimming down to their regular shade. he's the monster that must be defeated for anyone to enter his sanctuary, and this place isn't a location that many wish to tread. they're afraid, scared that midori might do something unforgiving — there's some people who don't want to know what he's capable of. his control over so many people is a strong one, he has the foundation to keep dito in line, he doesn't like when others completely break his toys, and so he has to act in order to keep them in tip-top shape, the same with helena.
midori caresses her hand down to the tips of her fingers, oh, he loves the human body and their will. humans are just so interesting...
she may not be able to take the gesture in full with the wrapping around a few of her fingers, but at least the pain is numbed that she doesn't know the other hand has a few broken bones. ]
You can trust me, I'm by your side, after all.
[ as a comfort, as a friend, and a doctor. ] I would have fought in that hell with you.
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it's safe. someone's looking out for her. someone's protecting her, and as much as she doesn't want to be coddled, treated too gently, thought of as pathetic...right now, she needs that protection. her gratitude for it can't be spoken.
it's not that she's worried he'll come back and finish the job - he somehow never did, he never finished the process, as if destiny said that he'd never truly cut her throat. it's the idea of someone else. something else slipping in, even though it was clear through every heartbeat, every moment, that she wanted to live. that she refused to simply die. she has to keep living, for its own sake. because there are people she loves with all her heart, that she needs to reach out to again. because there are things Helena needs to witness the end of.
Helena's breathing eases, and she understands, that right now, this place is a sanctuary. all she has to do is heal. all she has to do is go back to sleep. her fingers twitch, so loosely trying to hold onto his.]
You're too kind, doctor.
[the drugs blur her focus enough that she has no choice but to trust him.]
I'm so glad you were never there...that you were free.
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as long as there's this bond, the one created in her mind as the drugs work on her emotions and though process, then he's able to find a way in. she's invited him, no less, by wishing the best for him, and with a shake of his head. ]
That's no good, Miss Helena. As your ally, I would have wanted to be there... so much can be done when one person isn't alone.
[ his fingers brush gently against the skin as he leans forward, and she can hear his chair creak along with his voice growing. ]
Just like this time... because I was there with you at that final moment, together, we made a difference. That Hell you once lived in, that could have been different too...
[ he sighs, trying to keep a gentle smile on his face. ] I hope you understand, Miss Helena, I wouldn't want you to be by yourself.
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[reassured, calmed, brought back to reason from touch and the right words. willing to accept what must be done to heal. if her state is truly so terrible...then how could she be awake enough to explain it to her friends? to create a good cover story that they'll accept. oh, she's tired again, and if she doesn't move, it won't hurt.]
Thank you...thank you so much.
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[ thanking him is what he deserves, and the fact that she relies on him even now works in his favor as he keeps his hold onto her hand. ]
...As your nurse, I'll be tending to all your needs. For now, you have to think about what to do after this.
[ she can think, accept her responsibility, and the pain she's going to offer to others once they figure out where she is. she has so much time to think about that while she rests here in his sanctuary. ]
Even if the whole world loathes you, I'll still care, so please don't think of yourself as ever truly alone.
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[with the panic subsided, and the pain medication allowed to take hold, healing is an exhausting process. it was always fixed so quickly, she had forgotten how tedious it could be. the movements quelled, so the pain allowed to die down, at least dulled enough to sleep with. warmth, reassurance. no heavy hands on her shoulders, but holding hers, so that she might know where they stand. protected, not in some glass cage, but more like a cocoon, allowed to mend.
it's definitely the drugs, but she feels safe in a way that she usually felt when she was falling asleep next to Subaru.]
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[ as a doctor, and one with a helping hand. as the creature that lurks in the night, and someone who can mend every problem that she's having at the moment— he is a savior, but he is also the common man. he can be whatever she needs at the moment while she rests, and he reminds her before she dozes that he will always be by her side. for better or for worse. ]
Not one dream will plague you while you're here.
[ his other hand lifts, touching helena's forehead lightly to brush away strands of hair. ]
A peaceful night with just us two.