She wants to laugh, but instead what comes out is just an exhale, mirthless and tired. She's so tired, to have said all that, the weight of it shared a touch and the absence throwing the rest into relief.
"Do you want a third? Three chances always seem to be just enough."
Three wishes, three brothers, three people who will come in for the kill if it's warranted.
"Least I can offer, after putting all that on your shoulders."
"Sure won't say no to one. This place is. Bigger." More ground to cover, if something goes wrong. The more people prepared to deal with the threat, the better. "Don't get any easier to take out when I lose it. But I'm sure you can figure it out."
She hesitates to hand over the shortcuts immediately, not out of distrust but out of caution; if Fever snaps first, the last thing they need is her knowing exactly what to do to take Daisy out before she can be stopped. Fever already has an edge for having magic.
"Valdis is a good call, if you ever need another. She stopped me the first time. Don't think she'll even ask questions."
Which is close enough to being in her head that Fever instinctively wants to cloak her thoughts, hide herself away so that she's not so fully exposed. But that's quibbling over minor details when the real threat is multiple people ending up like Alfira, like her victims in the Green Dome. Because the thing is, if you don't worry about the aesthetics, if you make efficiency your target, you can kill a lot of people in a short time span. That they'll come back the next day doesn't make any of it fine.
Maybe in a worse time, it would have been fine, and she could have twisted it into something acceptable. Maybe when she first arrived at the ship and wouldn't have even wanted to admit something was wrong. Even right now, she can feel it under her skin, pressing outwards. Death doesn't even matter, why can't you indulge yourself, it would feel so exquisite, it misses you like your oldest lover, you were born for this-
Breathe. Don't go immediately cashing in on that pact.
"But, thanks. I'll figure out how to talk to her."
After she's had time to recover from vomiting up all of this.
"And...thank you for listening."
It matters more than she can phrase in words, someone hearing and knowing on that true level. Someone who knows how deep this runs, that it's not a matter of redirection or pushing through or ignoring it. Every morning, checking the hourglass of one's own will and strength, waiting for when you wake up and find it on its last dregs. Waiting for what will come, because you're not foolish enough to think you'll be able to always beat it.
"Don't mention it. Not a lot of people like us. Easier when you're not doing it totally alone." Daisy snorts. "Not that I've always taken that advice..."
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"Do you want a third? Three chances always seem to be just enough."
Three wishes, three brothers, three people who will come in for the kill if it's warranted.
"Least I can offer, after putting all that on your shoulders."
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"Sure won't say no to one. This place is. Bigger." More ground to cover, if something goes wrong. The more people prepared to deal with the threat, the better. "Don't get any easier to take out when I lose it. But I'm sure you can figure it out."
She hesitates to hand over the shortcuts immediately, not out of distrust but out of caution; if Fever snaps first, the last thing they need is her knowing exactly what to do to take Daisy out before she can be stopped. Fever already has an edge for having magic.
"Valdis is a good call, if you ever need another. She stopped me the first time. Don't think she'll even ask questions."
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Which is close enough to being in her head that Fever instinctively wants to cloak her thoughts, hide herself away so that she's not so fully exposed. But that's quibbling over minor details when the real threat is multiple people ending up like Alfira, like her victims in the Green Dome. Because the thing is, if you don't worry about the aesthetics, if you make efficiency your target, you can kill a lot of people in a short time span. That they'll come back the next day doesn't make any of it fine.
Maybe in a worse time, it would have been fine, and she could have twisted it into something acceptable. Maybe when she first arrived at the ship and wouldn't have even wanted to admit something was wrong. Even right now, she can feel it under her skin, pressing outwards. Death doesn't even matter, why can't you indulge yourself, it would feel so exquisite, it misses you like your oldest lover, you were born for this-
Breathe. Don't go immediately cashing in on that pact.
"But, thanks. I'll figure out how to talk to her."
After she's had time to recover from vomiting up all of this.
"And...thank you for listening."
It matters more than she can phrase in words, someone hearing and knowing on that true level. Someone who knows how deep this runs, that it's not a matter of redirection or pushing through or ignoring it. Every morning, checking the hourglass of one's own will and strength, waiting for when you wake up and find it on its last dregs. Waiting for what will come, because you're not foolish enough to think you'll be able to always beat it.
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Daisy nods her head to the side as if to say touché or fair point. The empathy either complicates things, or makes them easier, and it's hard to know which until you're sat there talking to the woman wielding it.
"Don't mention it. Not a lot of people like us. Easier when you're not doing it totally alone." Daisy snorts. "Not that I've always taken that advice..."