[WEEK 4, WEDNESDAY: Lief]

[spinatalltale]

[by now, she's peeked into the rooms of a few others. caught glimpses of illusions that didn't belong to her, of scenes that had no emotional impact on her heart but rendered other people on this island speechless with fear and grief. she's purposefully avoided hers and Laphicet's door, knowing that whatever was on the other side wouldn't be anything pleasant]

[until now]

Oh brother. . . I wonder what it says about my own recklessness that I'm doing this. . .

[and so! with a sigh, she steps forward, hand brushing against the handle of the door. she gives it a twist, pushes it open, and--]

[-- Velvet's eyes, devoid of color, devoid of everything that made her Velvet, flickering towards her. her hands clawing at Artorius's, which are wrapped tight around her neck, suffocating her and wringing the last remnants of life and defiance from the woman's body]

[Magilou's breath hitches in her throat for the barest of moments]

[and then she slams the door shut]







. . . no thank you!

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[reidentify]

... She is one of the strongest people I know. [Though there's grief in his voice, he's proud, as well.] Even if she had anything to apologize for—and she does not—she would never take that way out out. She would do everything she could to correct her mistakes.

[spinatalltale]

It's good that you remember that.

[so he doesn't get caught up in the grief and pain of watching her take her own life]

I get the feeling we'll all need to be remembering those sorts of things from here on out.

[reidentify]

... Yes. It is the only way we will be able to hold onto reality.

[spinatalltale]

. . . tell me about her.

About your mother. What is she like? Other than strong.

[reidentify]

[He thinks for a moment. There are so many things he could say, but he'll go with an anecdote Magilou might appreciate.]

... She is the sort of woman where, at a time when she, my father, and my father's friend were threatened, the enemy thought her to be the weakest one—the one he need not fear. That she was nothing more than a dull, painted doll.

[a beat]

And because he thought her to be harmless, she tricked him into looking out a window and proceeded to push him to his death.

[spinatalltale]

[holy]

. . . wow.

A woman after my own heart!