[the way jinx folds into herself - closing her limbs in and holding onto the stuffed squid, her long silence now after her eyes had been everywhere but on vi's as she'd led her up here.
a tiny part of vi wants to bail, too. it's the part of her that had wanted to stay in the sea, to not ask the network if alayne were here, back before she knew alayne was called sansa, the part of her that says why bother instead of volunteering to help, the part afraid of answers and afraid of having to do the work.
again, she acknowledges to herself that this will be work. and at least half (likely more) is going to fall squarely on her shoulders.
which. is fine, she decides again. this is what she'd hoped for since the day she'd arrived - since before arriving - a chance to make things better. no, it's not a complete do-over, but who even gets those, anyway? no one. this is the best she will ever get, and it is in and of itself, maybe a godsend.
does she believe in gods? not really. but these pthumerians sure are ...something. mariana's maybe the one to come closest so far because she's the fucking ocean.
vi does not address any elephants in the room (beach?) just yet. she just follows where her sister goes. it will probably get awkward. it's gonna get real. that's fine, too.]
Lobster lady, huh? That's one thing I like about this place. A small things that reminds me of home. So many kinds of people that might look weird but mostly they're just trying to get by and figure all of this out, too.
Do you mean when you first washed up? I'm glad someone helped you. [a beat, as she looks down at her hands.] And I'm so sorry it wasn't me.
[vi may not have been the one to find jinx, but neither was silco, and that's worth a small smile. she is relieved it wasn't silco. ...but that's not all. buzzing around the edges of that relief is a bit of ...what she will later identify as empathy ??? and she will hit things about it.]
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a tiny part of vi wants to bail, too. it's the part of her that had wanted to stay in the sea, to not ask the network if alayne were here, back before she knew alayne was called sansa, the part of her that says why bother instead of volunteering to help, the part afraid of answers and afraid of having to do the work.
again, she acknowledges to herself that this will be work. and at least half (likely more) is going to fall squarely on her shoulders.
which. is fine, she decides again. this is what she'd hoped for since the day she'd arrived - since before arriving - a chance to make things better. no, it's not a complete do-over, but who even gets those, anyway? no one. this is the best she will ever get, and it is in and of itself, maybe a godsend.
does she believe in gods? not really. but these pthumerians sure are ...something. mariana's maybe the one to come closest so far because she's the fucking ocean.
vi does not address any elephants in the room (beach?) just yet. she just follows where her sister goes. it will probably get awkward. it's gonna get real. that's fine, too.]
Lobster lady, huh? That's one thing I like about this place. A small things that reminds me of home. So many kinds of people that might look weird but mostly they're just trying to get by and figure all of this out, too.
Do you mean when you first washed up? I'm glad someone helped you. [a beat, as she looks down at her hands.] And I'm so sorry it wasn't me.
[vi may not have been the one to find jinx, but neither was silco, and that's worth a small smile. she is relieved it wasn't silco. ...but that's not all. buzzing around the edges of that relief is a bit of ...what she will later identify as empathy ??? and she will hit things about it.]