Stop laughing. Come on. You're supposed to be on my side! [He will not say that atleastCloudislaughingandnotbeingemoaboutwhathappenedearlier. DON'T READ INTO THIS ZIA.] Ugh.
That'd be just what I need. How about you babysit her for a while? [He glances at Cloud.] She said you kept pretending for a long time that you didn't know her, but you did leave her a pretty sappy letter.
but cloud does stop looking amused to look Very confused because he has no idea what the fuck jason means about a letter. no one told him. he didn't even think about flayn's when he died. ]
[Oh. This is fun. Jason gets to put his amazing Bat memory skills which I don't have to good use. He raises one brow at Cloud, then sort of smirks as he glances up.]
There was a letter left for us in trial. Like Flayn's. Yours said something, like, [verbatim:] "Maybe we’ll see each other again when this is over. But if we don’t... Lup, you ever happen to meet the you I know... Tell her I’m sorry. And ask her to meet up with the gang at home for me. They could use all the backup they could get." Oh. And:
"Right, one last thing. This one’s from a friend of mine. Even in the darkest shadows, there’s a light that never goes out."
[Is he just trying to embarrass Cloud for the laughing? Yes.]
[Ahahahaha. His turn to get a good little chortle out of someone else's suffering. He sort of smirks, leaning his head against the knuckles of one hand.]
So, what? The hotel made up a little sad letter that sounds exactly the way you talk to make the rest of us feel bad?
[HIS TURN TO BE AMUSED. But he does let it go. Harping on it will just wear out the fun of it.]
No way, then I wouldn't have anyone around to shoot me. [CLOUD HAS A SWORD.] For what it's worth, I think a lot of them needed to hear it. Even if it made me want to barf.
[He doesn't laugh, but he does kind of grin about Cloud's suffering.]
Yeah, if they bothered to look. This is why you're a boyscout. Lup hated it at least, by the way. She said, "Tell her yourself." She was real mad at you for dying.
You probably stood in front of the great beyond and recited it for a transcriber.
[He would bobble if not for the fact he is built like a tank. He really shouldn’t be this much of a jokester when they just had the wildest trial. But maybe that’s why he is. So he doesn’t have to think about it.
Decompress.]
Hey, if the Wake Up Theory holds, maybe you woke up and typed it on a typewriter.
[This makes him laugh quietly. He laughs, but like, he too would probably not have seen the light of day if he had to type out something like that.]
You know, we wrote letters after we died too. On the island. We couldn't talk to the living, but we could write one letter to send back to them. It'd always be sitting in their spot at the dinner table when we had the next trial.
[ for once something from murdergames era one that matches...huh. cloud looks pensive at that, getting over his full embarrassment. ]
Yeah. Realm had something like that, too. We were the ones delivering the letters, but ... they'd get messed up in transport sometimes. Words got censored. Maybe... we'll get real letters on this side after a while too.
[Some things change, some things stay the same! Hurting the living... always the same...]
Censored? Makes sense, I guess. Don't want too much getting out, ruining the "game." We couldn't write anything about our deaths, or killers. Just sentimental stuff. Like what you did.
[WILL HE LET CLOUD LIVE IT DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS? No.]
Forget Lup, I'm the one who's gonna be fighting you if you don't shut up about that. [ GRUMBLING EMPTY THREAT ] But yeah. Back then we thought it was the transport between that messed it up, but it must've been programmed that way. Most of them managed to share info anyway, at least.
[Is this a friends to lovers arc, Zia?? Don't threaten Jason with fighting, that's his love language.]
We're just going to have to hope Clementine doesn't hate us all enough to not talk to us. Well, unless she somehow tomorrow scrapes out of death the way you did. Even if some things are left out, we should be able to piece it together.
[Oh, mood. Very mood. This is why they get along maybe.]
She is smart. I don't think we'll have to worry. When we played the "Trolley Game" in the room, she wanted to pick the option that saved the most people. Sure, the people she cared about were some of the "most," but still. She said people should look out for each other.
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Stop laughing. Come on. You're supposed to be on my side! [He will not say that atleastCloudislaughingandnotbeingemoaboutwhathappenedearlier. DON'T READ INTO THIS ZIA.] Ugh.
That'd be just what I need. How about you babysit her for a while? [He glances at Cloud.] She said you kept pretending for a long time that you didn't know her, but you did leave her a pretty sappy letter.
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but cloud does stop looking amused to look Very confused because he has no idea what the fuck jason means about a letter. no one told him. he didn't even think about flayn's when he died. ]
What letter?
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There was a letter left for us in trial. Like Flayn's. Yours said something, like, [verbatim:] "Maybe we’ll see each other again when this is over. But if we don’t... Lup, you ever happen to meet the you I know... Tell her I’m sorry. And ask her to meet up with the gang at home for me. They could use all the backup they could get." Oh. And:
"Right, one last thing. This one’s from a friend of mine. Even in the darkest shadows, there’s a light that never goes out."
[Is he just trying to embarrass Cloud for the laughing? Yes.]
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I didn't write jack shit, I was shot in the face. I wouldn't have said any of that.
[ just shoot him again instead it would be less painful. ]
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So, what? The hotel made up a little sad letter that sounds exactly the way you talk to make the rest of us feel bad?
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[ jason! jason you suck!!!! stop bullying him he just DIED ]
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..."I’ve never been good at speeches. But what I’m trying to say is I believe in you"...
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[ he's hiding his face in his hand he is so embarrassed and wants to die ]
I don't sound like that. [ but he doesn't sound sure anymore he just sounds EMBARRASSED ] Do me a favor, shoot me again.
[ he is aware jason has no bullets. ]
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No way, then I wouldn't have anyone around to shoot me. [CLOUD HAS A SWORD.] For what it's worth, I think a lot of them needed to hear it. Even if it made me want to barf.
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[ he said shoot, but cloud has a sword. he just groans and kind of hides his face more ]
It's making me want to barf. No one needed to hear that. [ let him perish on this bar. ] Everyone read that? Seriously?
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Yeah, if they bothered to look. This is why you're a boyscout. Lup hated it at least, by the way. She said, "Tell her yourself." She was real mad at you for dying.
[Mockingly:]
You sure you're not fighting?
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It's not like I died on purpose. Or even wrote that shit. Probably. Unless my ghost picked up a pen and I've lost the memory of that, too.
[ he hates this place. ]
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[He would bobble if not for the fact he is built like a tank. He really shouldn’t be this much of a jokester when they just had the wildest trial. But maybe that’s why he is. So he doesn’t have to think about it.
Decompress.]
Hey, if the Wake Up Theory holds, maybe you woke up and typed it on a typewriter.
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[ he says nothing about potentially dictating it for a transcriber. he cannot put anything past anything anymore. life is the worst. ]
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You know, we wrote letters after we died too. On the island. We couldn't talk to the living, but we could write one letter to send back to them. It'd always be sitting in their spot at the dinner table when we had the next trial.
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Yeah. Realm had something like that, too. We were the ones delivering the letters, but ... they'd get messed up in transport sometimes. Words got censored. Maybe... we'll get real letters on this side after a while too.
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Censored? Makes sense, I guess. Don't want too much getting out, ruining the "game." We couldn't write anything about our deaths, or killers. Just sentimental stuff. Like what you did.
[WILL HE LET CLOUD LIVE IT DOWN FOR TWO SECONDS? No.]
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[ a beat ]
Then again, it wasn't always accurate.
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We're just going to have to hope Clementine doesn't hate us all enough to not talk to us. Well, unless she somehow tomorrow scrapes out of death the way you did. Even if some things are left out, we should be able to piece it together.
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... She'll work with us if she gets there. We already talked about it.
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He peers at Cloud, quiet for a moment, like he's probably trying to read him about the conversation topic.]
Guess she got The Talk from more than one of us then.
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[ the answer to reading him is that he looks exhausted and bummed out and angry all at once thanks ]
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She is smart. I don't think we'll have to worry. When we played the "Trolley Game" in the room, she wanted to pick the option that saved the most people. Sure, the people she cared about were some of the "most," but still. She said people should look out for each other.
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... Yeah. That sounds like her. She worked pretty hard back in the Realm to help coordinate everything so everyone would get out.
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So we don't have to worry about anything except the communication not existing, or it being intercepted too badly.
And tomorrow, of course.
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