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inbox for neorn: #3703

Probably...but obviously I didn't call to talk about her.

[ there's a long silence, then-- ]

It must have happened in my sleep. I... don't really feel too different right now, but...

Edited 2014-12-20 05:56 (UTC)

[there's a long pause on her side, too, then a sigh.]

'But' what?

--No, it's nothing.

I'll be staying in my room to rest for a while.

Don't say it's 'nothing'.

[her voice takes a sudden sharp turn.]

Don't make me come over there.

... I'm not going to make you. [ unsaid: but she would really appreciate that. ]

I'll head over.

[ she doesn't say anything, just curls up in bed, drawing the sheets over herself--not hiding, just trying not to think about much at all. ]

[hey. there's someone hanging in the doorway of the cell now.] Didn't think I was that scary.

[ normally, she'd probably at least giggle at that.

now she just peeks tiredly over the top of the blanket, exhausted without reason. ] ... Ymir.

You look like you got run over. [so very observant.]

I'm just tired. [ but she shifts a little in bed, not even realizing she's making room if Ymir wanted to sit there. ]

[oh, she'll sit there.] You know, you'd say that if something was wrong.

Probably, yes. [ she can't deny that. Ymir knows her too well. ]

Not just 'probably'.

[ ... turning away from Ymir. it's basically agreement and they both know it. ]

[she sighs but doesn't say much.]

I always thought I would be okay with dying.

Now that it happened, I don't know what to think.

Aside from 'don't do it again'?

... Mm. I'll try not to.

Good.