[ . . . she frowns, but seems to accept it only after the last prod. there's no response, because she seems to be holding her tongue on her opinion for the moment but -
then she'll carefully extend her hand out from the blanket to meet his. it's her right hand, bandaged up, and it seems like the index finger and pinky are definitely missing right where they should be at from the knuckle
she doesn't look happy about it - and bows her head a little, very certain he's going to judge her for it]
[Despite all his stupid huffing earlier about shaking hands?? He takes Anya's injured hand in his own remaining one with zero ceremony or comment, turning it over to check the bandaging with a surprising degree of deft and gentle movement.]
It's clean. Good. But they're still bleeding—talk to Luna about cauterization. Bandaging isn't enough for this, and the last thing you need is a blood infection in this hellhole.
Other than that, I don't see any problem. You shouldn't, either. You've a thumb, and two other fingers, and you're clearly still able to hold things—[here, he gestures to the pile of things she kindly brought him]—and your ring finger, if that's something that matters to you.
[Her reactions are... well, it's hard to tell exactly what he feels about them, because his face never changes. But he watches her, and finally, frowns.]
Idiot. Look how upset you are about this. Even if you don't regret it, you knew there would be consequences from this hellhole.
[oh - that much manages to get her to frown in return, actually? her shoulders square stubbornly, but she doesn't sound particularly angry as she says - ]
I am not idiot.
[it feels important for her to say that right now]
To be careless would be to vote for someone who is innocent, because they say so, and not because you believe. Упрощенный. That is the easy to do, but it is not right thing to do.
[she won't condemn people who voted for asch because they really thought he did it, but it's good no one's mentioned to her that they voted for him because it was the easy way out, because she actually might not forgive them for that]
... I could not face the mirror, or face you, if I did that.
[Asch is still holding her hand, and here, he holds it out to her, like it's some kind of proof.]
Look. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen to anyone.
[He's Upset at himself for not including this in his speech during trial, and that she had to suffer, but instead, it just sounds like he's flatly upset at her.]
I told people to vote for me so they wouldn't be punished for not voting. So they wouldn't be at the mercy of this stupid manor, or suffer for no reason if they tried to vote for themselves. I've already died—I don't care what happens to me anymore—and it was always a better choice than splitting the vote between uninvolved nobodies, or hurting someone like you!
[As Asch speaks, his tone rises, clear notes of exhaustion and frustration stretching through—his grip on Anya's hand ever-so-slightly increasing. On his final, ringing word, he seems to realise—and lets her go, gently, a shadow of concern and embarrassment at the lapse of control flitting across his face as he does.
Almost as quickly, his expression flattens out again—and he turns his head slightly to frown at a wall instead.]
[anya's normally a pushover - she's easy to convince, to persuade, to earn her trust and get her to believe that what you think is right since she doesn't hold an opinion on a lot of things. she's amiable and easy-going. the exception to this rule is when someone starts talking badly about her friends.
that includes when the person talking badly about her friends is one of her friends.
so she doesn't flinch back even at his tone rises, even with the frustration and exhaustion - but instead when he lets her go, she just fits her uninjured hand through the bars and tries to catch his again instead.]
Нет. Not suffering, not a better choice - because Anya cares about what happens to you.
Even if you are mad... I will not say sorry this time. But...
[she seems to be losing her steam, just a little - though she pushes through]
... should not be mad that people want you to be okay. I want you to be okay. [though by now her volume has dropped, emotion staining her words even as she forces her voice not to tremble] Even if... you die before, I do not want you to die again. Be gone again. It is not right.
[Tired as he is, Asch's hand is actually easy enough to catch. His immediate reaction is unconscious—and he moves to jerk his hand away reflexively—before his shoulders drop, fingers still held within Anya's, expression markedly unreadable.
...
He's still looking at the wall though. For a while, he just sits, silently. It almost seems like he's blanking Anya entirely, even with her holding on to his hand.
Finally, he breathes in—and lets it out, a long, quiet exhale.]
It's not about what's right or wrong, or what people want. That's not how reality works.
All of us... we're in danger. I'm surprised more people haven't died, yet. All of this is just a trap, unless we can escape it. [He's been sure about this since day one.] Until then, it's just going to pick us off, one by one, in some different, disgusting way, or turn us against each other. But like this...
[...]
...At least I can go on my own terms. Without being controlled by one of those monsters, or dying in the dark. Without any worry of someone else dying for me.
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Don't.
No one with half a brain is going to care about something like that.
[He's stubbornly holding out his hand.
This is very funny, considering half his body is so screwed up, but here we are.]
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then she'll carefully extend her hand out from the blanket to meet his. it's her right hand, bandaged up, and it seems like the index finger and pinky are definitely missing right where they should be at from the knuckle
she doesn't look happy about it - and bows her head a little, very certain he's going to judge her for it]
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It's clean. Good. But they're still bleeding—talk to Luna about cauterization. Bandaging isn't enough for this, and the last thing you need is a blood infection in this hellhole.
Other than that, I don't see any problem. You shouldn't, either. You've a thumb, and two other fingers, and you're clearly still able to hold things—[here, he gestures to the pile of things she kindly brought him]—and your ring finger, if that's something that matters to you.
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... I can do what I need to here. So... I do not regret, and do not mind.
[but-
she wonders if this is even okay to disclose, if he would even care, or if she would just be mentioning something that isn't worth his time]
... it will be okay.
[she decides not to say it]
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Idiot. Look how upset you are about this. Even if you don't regret it, you knew there would be consequences from this hellhole.
Why didn't you vote for me?
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I am not idiot.
[it feels important for her to say that right now]
To be careless would be to vote for someone who is innocent, because they say so, and not because you believe. Упрощенный. That is the easy to do, but it is not right thing to do.
[she won't condemn people who voted for asch because they really thought he did it, but it's good no one's mentioned to her that they voted for him because it was the easy way out, because she actually might not forgive them for that]
... I could not face the mirror, or face you, if I did that.
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[Asch is still holding her hand, and here, he holds it out to her, like it's some kind of proof.]
Look. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen to anyone.
[He's Upset at himself for not including this in his speech during trial, and that she had to suffer, but instead, it just sounds like he's flatly upset at her.]
I told people to vote for me so they wouldn't be punished for not voting. So they wouldn't be at the mercy of this stupid manor, or suffer for no reason if they tried to vote for themselves. I've already died—I don't care what happens to me anymore—and it was always a better choice than splitting the vote between uninvolved nobodies, or hurting someone like you!
[As Asch speaks, his tone rises, clear notes of exhaustion and frustration stretching through—his grip on Anya's hand ever-so-slightly increasing. On his final, ringing word, he seems to realise—and lets her go, gently, a shadow of concern and embarrassment at the lapse of control flitting across his face as he does.
Almost as quickly, his expression flattens out again—and he turns his head slightly to frown at a wall instead.]
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that includes when the person talking badly about her friends is one of her friends.
so she doesn't flinch back even at his tone rises, even with the frustration and exhaustion - but instead when he lets her go, she just fits her uninjured hand through the bars and tries to catch his again instead.]
Нет. Not suffering, not a better choice - because Anya cares about what happens to you.
Even if you are mad... I will not say sorry this time. But...
[she seems to be losing her steam, just a little - though she pushes through]
... should not be mad that people want you to be okay. I want you to be okay. [though by now her volume has dropped, emotion staining her words even as she forces her voice not to tremble] Even if... you die before, I do not want you to die again. Be gone again. It is not right.
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...
He's still looking at the wall though. For a while, he just sits, silently. It almost seems like he's blanking Anya entirely, even with her holding on to his hand.
Finally, he breathes in—and lets it out, a long, quiet exhale.]
It's not about what's right or wrong, or what people want. That's not how reality works.
All of us... we're in danger. I'm surprised more people haven't died, yet. All of this is just a trap, unless we can escape it. [He's been sure about this since day one.] Until then, it's just going to pick us off, one by one, in some different, disgusting way, or turn us against each other. But like this...
[...]
...At least I can go on my own terms. Without being controlled by one of those monsters, or dying in the dark. Without any worry of someone else dying for me.