[she nods slowly, takes a big breath, and just seems to...
settle. as if all the panic, decision making, concern were neatly filed away to be dealt with later if at all. so. flesh eating ghosts. it was taken in and accepted, and it was part of reality now. it's an odd thing, but it's something she knows how to do, when otherwise she'd get fully sidelined from what's going on.]
Do you have any idea how many pieces the Captain might have divided himself into? There's the memory you found, the piece Miss Friday has, the one we know...that's three already. Four, if the piece that's talking to Miss Fio has to remain out of sight. Of course, there might be parts we can't get back...then it's a question of if that's akin to amputation, or if things can be somehow repaired.
I'm not... quite sure. How it works. How many pieces. If some are just memories, and he's gotten rid of so many. Thousands of years...? Or if this one is more specifically a bigger essential part of him, like his soul. Since he told Valdis he doesn't have one. And Bash might have encountered it in the Nothing.
And given... Friday's reactions. Called it the part of him that used to be loved, what she was holding onto for him.
And I think there are... magical protections in place to prevent him from knowing.
[Helena leans back on the couch, taking that in. there's honestly so much that she doesn't understand, that she can't grasp, but she's not expected to understand it all at the same time.]
...All of this...it must have been so heavy to hold it as a secret. [and it still will be, but at least there's one more person to shoulder the weight.] Thank you, Ava, for trusting me to know.
I'm not sure how much I've... if sharing will cause even more problems. [some things are meant to be kept secret, Friday warned about this... but she can't shake the feeling that because it's so horrible that it has to be known by more than just her. but the right thing emotionally almost never seems to be the most strategic. all of her good intentions seem to lead straight to the most disastrous outcomes.]
It feels so impossible. But alone, I can't do anything to fix it. [and it's possibly already too late.]
We will figure something out. You, me, and whoever else is involved. We'll manage, somehow.
[she says it with all the belief she can place in those few words, an absolute certainty that even if she's to die again and again in pursuit of this, it would happen.
though, one hopes not.]
We got this far, after all. The entire ship hasn't fallen to violence like we could have. There's more hope than you would think.
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But. Uh. It ripped the body apart and ate it.
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[she believes her, this is just...]
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Didn't seem capable of crossing the counter, though.
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[just as a suggestion. she's still trying to wrap her mind around the ghost eating it. where would the stomach even be?]
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But since the sigils were damaged. Not sure how long until something like that manages to sneak out.
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[at least Siffleur kills his prey.]
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settle. as if all the panic, decision making, concern were neatly filed away to be dealt with later if at all. so. flesh eating ghosts. it was taken in and accepted, and it was part of reality now. it's an odd thing, but it's something she knows how to do, when otherwise she'd get fully sidelined from what's going on.]
Do you have any idea how many pieces the Captain might have divided himself into? There's the memory you found, the piece Miss Friday has, the one we know...that's three already. Four, if the piece that's talking to Miss Fio has to remain out of sight. Of course, there might be parts we can't get back...then it's a question of if that's akin to amputation, or if things can be somehow repaired.
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And given... Friday's reactions. Called it the part of him that used to be loved, what she was holding onto for him.
And I think there are... magical protections in place to prevent him from knowing.
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...All of this...it must have been so heavy to hold it as a secret. [and it still will be, but at least there's one more person to shoulder the weight.] Thank you, Ava, for trusting me to know.
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It feels so impossible. But alone, I can't do anything to fix it. [and it's possibly already too late.]
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[she says it with all the belief she can place in those few words, an absolute certainty that even if she's to die again and again in pursuit of this, it would happen.
though, one hopes not.]
We got this far, after all. The entire ship hasn't fallen to violence like we could have. There's more hope than you would think.