Dying, everyone's reminded, hearts are washed in misery drenched in gasoline [Wed Week 10]

[chiseler]

[It's only Wednesday and already everything happens so much all the time. He should be used to this, but he's not. It's like another prophecy dangling before his eyes, bits and pieces of a puzzle he's receiving but not putting together fast enough and that he's being forced to participate in.

Frankly, it fucking sucks.

But it's Wednesday and now that he has his bearings back he's thinking. He's kept track of the most important people except for one. He wanted to give her a few days to calm down from the trial, but he hadn't forgotten. It's for that reason that sometime around lunch when most people are in other parts of the ship Luke heads back to the rooms corridor. Two sheets of paper in his pocket seemingly weigh way more than they should, but he's decided they should maybe be addressed. Maybe. Depending. As it is he also has a notebook and his datapad tucked under his arm, Backbiter strapped to his back, and a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it in one hand.

He's not even sure this will work, but she had told him where to find her. So with his free hand somehow he knocks.]

It's just me. [He's not sure she can hear him, but he's hoping it's enough.]

Comments

[socloverit]

I-I think so... If...if you cryogenically freeze someone, it basically just...stops everything, so you can set them aside and unfreeze them years or decades or...in theory, maybe centuries later and it's like they just...went to sleep for the night. So I'd basically been asleep all that time.

[Like with the cat problem earlier, apparently talking about nerd shit calms her down; she's quiet, but her voice starts to even out and she wraps her arms around herself instead of trying to claw at her hair again. Finding out she'd woken up almost fifty years ahead of when she should have wasn't any fun even before even she got to the Pygmalion, though, and she sounds tired and miserable as she goes on.]

It wouldn't surprise me if that's what happened here, too. But I don't know. ...I...know it doesn't really make sense, but...you have to believe me.

[chiseler]

[…he's still sort of stuck on the fact that she was on the moon but okay you know what fuck it, it's not like he hasn't gone weird places before like. You know. The labyrinth! Or the underworld! And Olympus is in the Empire State Building so WHATEVER. SURE. THE MOON IS TOTALLY FINE.

He's fine letting her move into whatever position is comfortable for her and he leans back a little to give her space. The idea that they'd all been frozen doesn't sit well with him, but it's the only thing that makes sense.]

Most of it doesn't make sense, but me being here doesn't really make sense either and that happened. [A lopsided grin.] Besides, if you were lying you'd be able to explain it better so of course I believe it. [It doesn't hurt that he's incredibly Clover-biased.]

…on the other hand, kinda makes you wonder if there're some things we can reverse here, too. If we play and we win, what'll we get out of that? That's what I've always wondered about this place. [Maybe they could bring their dead friends back, too. Alice has apparently had practice.]

[socloverit]

[WE'RE ON A SPACESHIP WHY IS THE MOON THAT DIFFICULT

but she's moving to lean against his side again, not especially wanting him to go anywhere. Talking about all this has tired her out horribly; she can't manage the effort it would take to act amused or express her gratitude. But he believes her. Long-rooted pessimism settles and quiets because she's sure, more than anything else now, that she can trust him.]

I don't know. I don't even know what winning is supposed to mean. [She shakes her head.] Maybe there's a way to send us back where we came from.

[Reversing that occurs to her before reversing death does, only because she's already thought so much about the latter and ultimately, she doesn't trust the AI to do it right. Even so, she sounds remarkably unenthusiastic about the idea.]

[chiseler]

[Listen. A spaceship is easier to accept than somebody going through to trouble of actually building a base on the moon because who the hell has time for that? Though it puts the notes about her world in perspective and he wonders if Light's notes would be different.

Regardless, he understands how pessimism is and he understands on a base-level how complicated it is to tell people the unbelievable. Telling people he was a demigod as a kid had proven to be more damaging than helpful. People never understood, and he wouldn't be able to stay long anyway due to monster attacks. They're not quite the same, but…well, he'd be a huge dick not to buy it after watching her completely freak out about it. So he's fine letting her lean into him and he's resettling an arm around her even with a thoughtful hum.]

Winning, I think, would be giving us a choice in what we want to happen. Some of us don't exactly have places we want to go back to. So…they can pull us here. Maybe they can put us back other places and other times. The AI is running under somebody else's operation. Maybe those people are more competent than Alice is.