Sarah had always liked Dia de Los Muertos. It was a reminder of life's fragility while simultaneously honoring the dead. She had too many dead to remember, though she had the list rolling on loop at any give moment. Walking through the garishly decorated stalls of the open air marketplace, she let the easy hum of normality breeze around her with
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What the hell was that?
[Pause. oh. knife. Right, that would be bad.]
Don't pull it out.
[Someone's gotta be Captain Obvious here.]
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He looked more concerned than his words sounded. The horror of undeath for him hadn't been the physical changes. He hardly thought about those any more.
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"No," she said softly. "It's just." Sarah searched for words helplessly. "Different."
She was silent for a beat or two.
"I thought you'd be colder," Sarah murmured almost absently, letting her fingertips slide away. The chill was setting in, though, and she was strangely fine with it as it tinted her lips blue.
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"Makes two of us."
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Sarah looked at her hands and watched them change, what little pink there was giving way to waxy-white and cool blues. It made her tremble a little and then stiffen slightly in a stern knock it off gesture.
"Good to know," she said, offering him a slightly wry ghost of a smile.
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"Gonna be a good day more often than not," Sarah said. "It takes more than this bullshit to really break me." She might take a few steps back and flip out just a little, but then she'd always come back for seconds. "Some aren't as resilient."
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His lips curled back in a snarl.
"And you can't tell you're not yourself until it's over."
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"Floods are kinda fucked up." Especially when you fell overboard. "I can't appreciate something that just...flips a switch on your life without warning."
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He shook his head.
"Never mind. I'm going to go get lost."
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Her lips twitched slightly and she gestured.
"Stay?" Sarah said, though it came out as a question. "Fuck knows I could use the damned company, and I've got these dumbass monster eyes to get. That's gonna mean some serious fighting." Her voice lowered slightly. "Might be more entertaining than getting lost."
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"If the floods don't end, it's a step further than dying. It's like having never existed, not even in our own minds. And even when they do, that's your fate for as long as it lasts."
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"Arthas," she said softly, "can you control whether or not you are affected by a flood? Probably not. Can you control when it ends? Probably not. All you can do is deal with the fallout, if and when it comes. So, standing there bitching about it does nothing. It's fucked up, but it's also not under anyone's control except the Admiral. And most of the time that bastard doesn't listen. So. we gotta find a fucking way to deal. At the moment? Monster eyes."
She paused for emphasis.
"Stop panty twisting and come kill shit with me."
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"I'll complain all I want. I won't accept losing myself."
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She stabbed a finger at him.
"The faster we fuck up...fucking monsters...the faster we get back to the Barge. Going back there is preferable to being here."
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