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[glowbrighter]

[Wriggle has died in Westport, and now she's back in her bed. Fast asleep and dreaming. But not for long; she wakes up with a terrified scream. You can hear it throughout the house.]

"I don't want to die!"

[She sits bolt upright in her bed, narrow chest heaving, eyes wide. For a few panicked moments she can't believe what her eyes are telling her

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[convallariaceae]

Oh you poor dear.

Phonejack'd

[steel_massifail]

You leave Wriggle alone.

Phonejack'd

[convallariaceae]

Do not presume to tell me who I may or may not speak to, child.

Mind your manners.

Phonejack'd

[steel_massifail]

Mind your own, you cow.

[[SLAMMING THE PHONE DOWN.]]

Phonejack'd

[convallariaceae]

[Yuuka's going to simply try to remember that voice. Hope Massimo doesn't run into her any time soon.]

Phonejack'd

[steel_massifail]

[[HE MIGHT who knows probably not]]

[glowbrighter]

[continues to cry for awhile before tapering off for a moment]

...m-miss yuuka...?

[convallariaceae]

Yes, it is.

It must have been a harrowing experience for you, dear.

[glowbrighter]

....I....I died.

[and did so much more, but it's hard enough to just say that little fact]

[convallariaceae]

You'll grow used to it with time, child.

You're alive now, right?

[glowbrighter]

Don't wanna get used to it. Hurt.

...yeah, but it doesn't feel like it matters.

[convallariaceae]

Life is full of pain, little one. You'll have to learn to be strong.

[glowbrighter]

[she goes silent for a moment before speaking again, now almost angrily:]

Why buh-bother if the people you're tryin' to protect don't listen...? Even when you're finally strong and b-brave and they still...th-they still..

[convallariaceae]

Be calm, child.

People never listen, even when it's important. If you do not sever yourself from such feelings the guilt will crush you.

They chose their path, and there's nobody to blame but themselves.

[glowbrighter]

....th-then how do I do that? Not feel that stuff, 'cause I-..y-you're right, I'll drown in it, but I don't know...I don't know this stuff like you do.

[convallariaceae]

It's a mindset that you either have to cultivate yourself or let life cultivate for you.

They were weak, and attempted to fight when they should have run. Their fate is their own decision. You did what you felt you needed to, however they got themselves killed anyway.

This is why the weak are a waste of time, little one. There's nothing you can do to save them.