week 6, friday w/ cardia

[alchemenace]

[ here we are, mourning our skeleton father in front of his glass case. which is to say once cardia decides to leave the foyer, varian's actually waiting for her. or maybe he's just angsting near the doorway, it's hard to tell with his hands full of raccoon. though he does speak to her when he sees her-- ]

Hey. Cardia. ... Are you okay?

[ he doesn't know her well, but he knows she was close with fane, too. ]

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[discardia]

I'm glad for that. This isn't really something I'd wish on anyone.

[ sorry for mentioning your dead friend!! ]

[alchemenace]

[ yes. friend. that's. why he's faltering... anyway -- ]

Yeah, it doesn't ... sound great. Especially if everyone's calling you a monster because of it? [ which doesn't surprise him, people are... people, but it's still. terrible. ] But I don't think it's reason to be scared of you. Logically speaking, the obvious solution is to make it so you're not poisonous instead? It's not like you want to be.

[discardia]

I don't, but...

[ she gestures, a little ruefully. ]

When you can make things rot just by touching them, it... well, no one really wants to ask questions. They just want to protect themselves.

[alchemenace]

... Yeah. They just wrote you off as something dangerous, right? Ha. People are awful everywhere.

[ he clears his throat a bit, shaking his head ]

But I'm, I'm serious. I don't think your situation's impossible to work out.

[discardia]

... Thank you. If you have any insight on this later, please let me know.

[alchemenace]

Of course, it's-- it's not a problem.

[ and then he didn't because he died ]