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[thiefshonor]

where are you

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[shesagift]

WHO are you SPEAKING to.

Locked // hackable

[thiefshonor]

River?

[unhackable]

[shesagift]

I'm mad at you.

[unhackable] i'm assuming this is backdated to last night btw <3

[thiefshonor]

Okay. I'd understand. Yeah.

But... right now, I could really use somebody..

[unhackable] that is cool with molly <3

[shesagift]

I'm very very angry.

and also in my room. on deck 12. the door is open.

but not for any reason or anything.

[thiefshonor]

[The door closes.

Celeste has creeped in and collapses on River's bed. Only when she's finally laying down and resting does she become visible again.]

....

[shesagift]

[River sits slumped against the pillows. She doesn't move.]

Sister?

[thiefshonor]

I didn't kill him.

[She rolls over and throws an arm around her waist, hugging tighly, face buried against the blanket over her abdomen. It's more physical contact than she's ever offered before.]

Sorry if I scared you.

[shesagift]

I -

[the sudden contact throws her off. River's not stable on the best of days, and the recent drama has had her teetering on the edge. Celeste couldn't have done anything better to help push her back to relative sanity.]

No, it's alright.

[she becomes soothing, motherly, stroking her "sister"'s hair gently.]

I forgive you.

[thiefshonor]

[Shivers. That kind of contact is so foreign. It brings her back to nights with Batou and she sighs, closing her eyes.]

I didn't kill him. I don't understand.

[shesagift]

[she continues to pet the dry hair. She doesn't understand either. She doesn't understand very much at all.]

He say something?

[thiefshonor]

Y-Yeah.

[Swallows loudly.]

He said he... was proud of me.

[shesagift]

[the hand pauses.

Simon?]

Proud of....

[thiefshonor]

[Sighs and hugs her tighter.]

I don't get it. Why didn't I kill him?

[Now she has the urge to go back and finish it before he leaves. Even if it means leaving River here, and getting fried.]

[shesagift]

[River puts her little arms around Celeste, listening to the profound silence in her head. Oh, she misses Simon. And she hasn't seen Batou, either, she's only been pretending that she has...]

You and I are the only ones.

[it distresses her, but fills her with calm at the same time.]

I know why. Because you aren't a killer.

[thiefshonor]

[Such a thing makes Celeste tense up in disgust. Don't pull that crap on me River, she wants to say, but she doesn't.]

No. No, I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip his head off.