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hellofist[Hi barge. Have the first ever audio transmission because Cass kind of can't bear to show her face right now. Shame will do that to you.]
Um... In Infirmary. Feel better now, not... dead, anymore.
[She has no idea what to say and that's clear in the long silence that follows. With a sigh, she makes herself continue.]
I'm sorry. To everyone I hurt, or worried. It wasn't- [She stops there, because saying it wasn't her isn't exactly true. It was her, and it will be her in the future.] I didn't mean to.
I hope you're... all okay, now. No words, for how sorry I am. None good enough. But... I am. Will understand if... Will just leave you alone. [Hopefully not forever, but Cass figures most of you need time to, you know, actually trust her again.
The feed cuts out there because really, what else is there to say to the people you tried to murder?]
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[For the past few days of her Death Tolling, Cass has either been sleeping or pretending to sleep between fits of nausea so she didn't have to see anyone. Now, though, she's trying not to be selfish and give her friends (if she still has any) the chance to come and see her, or to give anyone who might still be angry the chance to confront her.]
Um... In Infirmary. Feel better now, not... dead, anymore.
[She has no idea what to say and that's clear in the long silence that follows. With a sigh, she makes herself continue.]
I'm sorry. To everyone I hurt, or worried. It wasn't- [She stops there, because saying it wasn't her isn't exactly true. It was her, and it will be her in the future.] I didn't mean to.
I hope you're... all okay, now. No words, for how sorry I am. None good enough. But... I am. Will understand if... Will just leave you alone. [Hopefully not forever, but Cass figures most of you need time to, you know, actually trust her again.
The feed cuts out there because really, what else is there to say to the people you tried to murder?]
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[For the past few days of her Death Tolling, Cass has either been sleeping or pretending to sleep between fits of nausea so she didn't have to see anyone. Now, though, she's trying not to be selfish and give her friends (if she still has any) the chance to come and see her, or to give anyone who might still be angry the chance to confront her.]
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27/2/13 01:15 (UTC)So this is a compromise.]
Gets pretty dull in there. I started drawing on the sheets...
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27/2/13 01:37 (UTC)Get to point, please. You don't... talk small.
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27/2/13 01:20 (UTC)Are you good for hugs?
WAS THERE EVER ANY DOUBT
27/2/13 01:41 (UTC)Always am. You're okay?
There was maybe like, a quarter of a second... nah, not even.
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27/2/13 01:29 (UTC)Hello. The fruit shouldn't ripen for another day or two, and you should feel better for eating it then.
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27/2/13 01:47 (UTC)Don't deserve those. Give to Anya.
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27/2/13 01:31 (UTC)Eventually, though, she makes her way over. It's slow going, walking from bed to bed, hating that she can't trust her own legs yet. But it's better and faster than it was when she first arrived, and that's a small consolation.
She sits on the edge of Cassandra's bed without asking: better to be rude than to risk losing her balance.]
Were you sick?
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27/2/13 01:54 (UTC)When she sits, Cass moves over to give her more room. If she wanted to she'd let Morgana lay down with her.]
Yes. Then dead. [Somehow, the smile she manages for Morgana isn't painful. It's easy to smile when you're glad someone is healing after all the things Morgana has been through.] Will be walking whole Barge, soon.
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27/2/13 01:51 (UTC)It's a pull-tab construction of the Admiral being beaten to death with disembodied weapons. He's very proud.]
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27/2/13 02:14 (UTC)Like it. Take you long?
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27/2/13 01:55 (UTC)He doesn't need to speak at all, for that, he thinks he's grateful. She can read it: What happened?]
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27/2/13 02:17 (UTC)Attacked people. People I love.
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27/2/13 04:07 (UTC)You're okay?
[Alone? Forget that. Just tell her you're alright!]
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27/2/13 05:03 (UTC)Well... not dead. Are you okay?
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27/2/13 08:54 (UTC)He knows Cass is there on her first day, but he also knows what she's doing; there's plenty enough to do so while it's a knife in the gut, he stays out of her way and keeps on keeping on. The post is his tip off in the end and he doesn't rush right back to her - there's others that'll do that. He'll stay out of the way there, too. There's plenty enough to do.
But he does show up within a couple hours, and he's not alone; not technically. He's got a moderately sized bag of cookies in one hand, a book tucked under the other, and he brought all the shit he isn't looking at tucked behind his eyes as he crosses the infirmary to her.]
There she is.
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27/2/13 22:20 (UTC)Hi Dean. [There's a chair, but chairs are dumb. She pats the bed beside her after scooting over to make room.] You okay?
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27/2/13 14:27 (UTC)It weren't you. We got barged. 'Old onto that, would you, love?
[Iris' eyes are red-rimmed, and her unsmiling face makes her look a generation older. She doesn't really believe it about herself either, but she absolutely means it about Cass.]
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27/2/13 22:30 (UTC)She rejects it completely, but it's easier to just ignore that entire speech instead of dwell.]
Feeling okay, now? Not hurt?
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27/2/13 15:40 (UTC)[Then she remembers to use audio.] Do you need anything?
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27/2/13 22:31 (UTC)Maybe visit, since can't... have vacation?
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27/2/13 23:44 (UTC)[Seriously, he doesn't get it, kid. Even if he did run into her while she was rage-y. It was fun!]
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28/2/13 02:50 (UTC)[It does help knowing he's not holding a grudge, but still. She feels horrible.]
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28/2/13 01:10 (UTC)You will recover?
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28/2/13 02:52 (UTC)Just need time. You?
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3/3/13 20:01 (UTC)[So. She kind of knows where your head was at.]
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3/3/13 23:32 (UTC)[There's just so much Cass wants to say, but she doesn't even know where to start. The beginning of the list will have to do.]
I'm sorry. You trusted me, and- [And she ruined it, because of some stupid illness.] You're okay, now? Your- um, body? What happened?
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4/3/13 19:07 (UTC)Well - not quite that fast. She's still fairly bruised, and her ribs are cracked, and she hasn't gotten much sleep. But she's still fast, because it's Cassandra, it's her daughter.
And when she sees her, lying there, it feels like every wound has healed.]
Cass.
[It's an intent, delighted exclamation as she approaches.]
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4/3/13 23:25 (UTC)Part of Cass had hoped not to see Barbara at all because of the fear that was lost forever, but once she's there, those thoughts evaporate. There's nothing in her but love and Cass almost falls when she tries to get out of bed as fast as she can to make it to Barbara sooner rather than later. She manages to get her feet under her just in time, but she doesn't stay on them long.
It's become kind of a familiar thing, kneeling down and hugging Barbara as hard as she can around her waist. She's always careful not to squeeze too tight, but it's harder than ever now. When she speaks, her voice comes out a little muffled from the way her face is hidden against Barbara's stomach.]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
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