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[ Wear it for what it is, he says. It's a more difficult command than it sounds, because grief isn't some summer dress you wear, light and easy on the eyes. Grief is-- she thinks it's iron shackles on one's ankles and an unbearable burden on one's shoulders always. Always. It crushes you down and makes you stumble over every little thing and yet you keep on walking. Because it's expected of you. Because there's no other option.
She wonders if death would be kinder and the thought frightens her. A Contractor's single goal is survival, isn't it? What does that make her? ]
You could have lied to me. Told me it gets easier. That one day I'll forget.
[ Amber lifts her eyes to meet his, her own meant to be stoic and vacant yet still betraying her pain. She can't hide it. ]
"If you pretend to feel a certain way, the feeling can become genuine somehow."
[ Hei said it. Or perhaps she said it to him first only to hear him repeat it to her. It's hard to tell sometimes. They mimic each other like mirrors, forever trying to understand each other by miming the other's words and actions, as if that's the only way they know to grow closer, to feel how the other feels. ]
She wonders if death would be kinder and the thought frightens her. A Contractor's single goal is survival, isn't it? What does that make her? ]
You could have lied to me. Told me it gets easier. That one day I'll forget.
[ Amber lifts her eyes to meet his, her own meant to be stoic and vacant yet still betraying her pain. She can't hide it. ]
"If you pretend to feel a certain way, the feeling can become genuine somehow."
[ Hei said it. Or perhaps she said it to him first only to hear him repeat it to her. It's hard to tell sometimes. They mimic each other like mirrors, forever trying to understand each other by miming the other's words and actions, as if that's the only way they know to grow closer, to feel how the other feels. ]
[ It was and always would be as ugly as shackles. Weighted and heavy and they rattle, and everyone hears it for what it is. Carla's soft words in his ear you're obsessed. He is worse than obsessed, he simply has nothing else but his grief. Because once he lost that, he would just be ashes and shards to cut fingers on.
Wonders briefly, that for both their sakes that perhaps he should lie. Take her hand, kiss her brow with his scar marred lips and say the way shush her the way he had Emily when she'd clung to him. There, it is alright now, it will all be alright now.
It isn't, and it never will be again. The gesture dies before it gets anywhere near what might be called comfort for the pain she's in. He's shy on those gestures for those he doesn't know well, somewhere the demands of decency and the ever present feeling of waiting for the knife in his ribs. Different again with her, her and her old words out of a pretty young woman's mouth. Then again, he's talked to children that already have planned how they will die, so maybe that doesn't meant anything either. ]
To what end? I can not offer what I do not know to be true, I have always been a poor liar that way.
[ Still, -- that, he meets her eyes and the grief is there as much and as plain, he has had time she hasn't, and perhaps she will become the same. But it's bled out from the hot stab, it is dead and it is empty and it is dead. Nothing there, never will be again. ]
And what will you pretend?
Wonders briefly, that for both their sakes that perhaps he should lie. Take her hand, kiss her brow with his scar marred lips and say the way shush her the way he had Emily when she'd clung to him. There, it is alright now, it will all be alright now.
It isn't, and it never will be again. The gesture dies before it gets anywhere near what might be called comfort for the pain she's in. He's shy on those gestures for those he doesn't know well, somewhere the demands of decency and the ever present feeling of waiting for the knife in his ribs. Different again with her, her and her old words out of a pretty young woman's mouth. Then again, he's talked to children that already have planned how they will die, so maybe that doesn't meant anything either. ]
To what end? I can not offer what I do not know to be true, I have always been a poor liar that way.
[ Still, -- that, he meets her eyes and the grief is there as much and as plain, he has had time she hasn't, and perhaps she will become the same. But it's bled out from the hot stab, it is dead and it is empty and it is dead. Nothing there, never will be again. ]
And what will you pretend?
[ Ah, perhaps that's the difference between them. Amber has always been and will always be a brilliant liar. Fooling the polygraph is a learned and valuable skill for any spy. But more than that, she has kept secrets from those with whom she would have shared every private part of her, if only she could, but she can't, will never be able to. Because knowledge often means danger and ignorance, safety. It hurts to lie and deceive she loves more than herself, but it's necessary. Only to herself, she can't lie. That would make her weak and she needs to be strong to protect him.
Even now.
Amber closes her eyes and lets out a slow exhale. ]
I won't have to pretend. I'll change it. He won't be dead.
[ More than obsessed, more than devoted. If there's a word for this-- she doesn't know what it is. ]
Even now.
Amber closes her eyes and lets out a slow exhale. ]
I won't have to pretend. I'll change it. He won't be dead.
[ More than obsessed, more than devoted. If there's a word for this-- she doesn't know what it is. ]
[ There is no word for it, there never will be he is sure, what it is to have part cut out and ripped from gripping fingers that never thought it possible to let go.
But they were forced to, and no matter how he wished. and her words break something, small and simple and it might be crystal for how pretty those shards are and how soft her voice had been in his head when he never thought to hear it again. She was too kind, she was always too kind and he gets stuck in that all over again. He does not have her, but he barely needs to think to have that come back. Touched with void and ( -- these waters are greedy, they will never give back what they have taken ). ]
Be careful, Miss Amber, what comes back is not always... [ parts dry lips on a black deadened tongue, or at least that is how it feels, still feels where he dwells on how they seared him. ]
But they were forced to, and no matter how he wished. and her words break something, small and simple and it might be crystal for how pretty those shards are and how soft her voice had been in his head when he never thought to hear it again. She was too kind, she was always too kind and he gets stuck in that all over again. He does not have her, but he barely needs to think to have that come back. Touched with void and ( -- these waters are greedy, they will never give back what they have taken ). ]
Be careful, Miss Amber, what comes back is not always... [ parts dry lips on a black deadened tongue, or at least that is how it feels, still feels where he dwells on how they seared him. ]
[ Her eyes meet his in challenge, barely contained fury in her gaze. How dare he question her resolve, let alone her ability, to make things right? He knows nothing of her. Nothing. He doesn't know how many times she would fight a war for the smallest chance at ensuring his safety and how many more battles she would still fight for him. An eternity is a very long, long time and yet she would spend it all to buy him one more second, one inhale, one heartbeat. ]
He's coming back. Not a what.
[ She means for her words to bite. You see, her devotion to Hei is selfless only in the sense that she would allow him to choose his own path in life no matter how much those choices hurt her. But she won't see him dead. Not even if he chooses it. ]
He's coming back. Not a what.
[ She means for her words to bite. You see, her devotion to Hei is selfless only in the sense that she would allow him to choose his own path in life no matter how much those choices hurt her. But she won't see him dead. Not even if he chooses it. ]
[ Knows that look, knows it utterly and sure and maybe, if he was less exhausted, less tired, didn't know better about it all, he might argue more with her. But he is as he has been since then, resigned, exhausted and past simple bitterness. Empty now. ]
I hope so.
[ That she should be selfish, it doesn't surprise him. He had been, he continues to be because he cannot let her go. He held her heart in his hands and she begged quiet without understanding anything of what it meant, to rest.
And he would not give it to her. Never mind if he could not, he could never lift a hand to her. ]
For the madness it might give you otherwise, I hope so.
I hope so.
[ That she should be selfish, it doesn't surprise him. He had been, he continues to be because he cannot let her go. He held her heart in his hands and she begged quiet without understanding anything of what it meant, to rest.
And he would not give it to her. Never mind if he could not, he could never lift a hand to her. ]
For the madness it might give you otherwise, I hope so.
[ There's no clear line between madness and sanity. She thinks that it all began the moment Hei smiled for her that one time, when she realized utterly and completely that there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. For him to keep being able to smile like that. The moment was worth everything, an eternity.
That's a kind of madness too, isn't it?
Corvo's warning doesn't frighten her. But she grows subdued nonetheless, nodding in agreement. ]
Are you angry with me? For bringing you here under false pretenses?
That's a kind of madness too, isn't it?
Corvo's warning doesn't frighten her. But she grows subdued nonetheless, nodding in agreement. ]
Are you angry with me? For bringing you here under false pretenses?
[ He blinks, in a muted sort of surprise. When had anyone cared for that? Not for a very long time. Terra, perhaps, for hurting him, but only so much as she thought she was afraid of him.
Fingers curl around the cup, strong and broad and broken. Holds there, solid. Looks up at her and shrugs, lopsided, one short jerk and lifts the cup again. ]
How could I be? You think I have anything left in me like that? [ and something in him that never makes it, laughs and laughs and laughs itself sick. It's black and writhing and void like and bubbles, and he swallows it deep, deep down, takes the tea and drinks slow like he could steal the warmth out of it. ]
Fingers curl around the cup, strong and broad and broken. Holds there, solid. Looks up at her and shrugs, lopsided, one short jerk and lifts the cup again. ]
How could I be? You think I have anything left in me like that? [ and something in him that never makes it, laughs and laughs and laughs itself sick. It's black and writhing and void like and bubbles, and he swallows it deep, deep down, takes the tea and drinks slow like he could steal the warmth out of it. ]
[ Amber drops her gaze to the still surface in her cup, what could almost be a smile threatening to show in the corner of her lips but she doesn't let it. Because it's unlike the ones she wears to seem friendly, more humane, and unlike the ones that come easily when there's something to be joyful about. This one is wry, a parody of the real thing. Does she have anything of that sort left in her yet?
For a moment, she feels afraid of the moment she becomes just like the broken man before her. But then she remembers where she stands, what she had lost, and she would rather break than lose him. ]
Are we the same, you and I? Or have you walked on farther? [ Carried the burden for far longer. ] Tell me, what comes next?
For a moment, she feels afraid of the moment she becomes just like the broken man before her. But then she remembers where she stands, what she had lost, and she would rather break than lose him. ]
Are we the same, you and I? Or have you walked on farther? [ Carried the burden for far longer. ] Tell me, what comes next?
[It reminds her strangely of Benjamin and her brother - that fierceness in the younger woman when she talks about him. It's not something Shepard says and it doesn't linger long: a thought there and gone as she sets her jaw and studies Amber.
None of those are questions she knows how to answer; she's never had family, left the only vague shape of one she'd had in the dust on Earth when she'd enlisted. They're probably hypothetical questions anyway.]
Is that where you met him? When he was off protecting his sister?
None of those are questions she knows how to answer; she's never had family, left the only vague shape of one she'd had in the dust on Earth when she'd enlisted. They're probably hypothetical questions anyway.]
Is that where you met him? When he was off protecting his sister?
[ the answer comes quick and easy. Spoken all rasp out from his lips against the warm steam of the cup. ] Farther, [ it's a long silence, looks past her and the void comes so easy, as it did with the first and he sinks into it in slow breathes. Water at his ankles, trickling over his wrists. Cools is blood, his heart, his head, dead and cool and not dead enough.
There will be relief there one day, but not yet. ] -- I may have accepted it as all grief comes, but they... made me be something different, with what they did.
There will be relief there one day, but not yet. ] -- I may have accepted it as all grief comes, but they... made me be something different, with what they did.
[ From another person, the questions would most likely be hypothetical. But from Amber it's not. To this day, she knows she falls so far short of understanding it. She doubts even Hei could explain it even if he wanted to. It's something that even she knows can't be put to words.
She's visibly tense and confused with no small measure of anger, though she won't be able to put it so surely. All she knows is that she's feeling much too much of everything. ]
Yes. He was weak. I thought he would die soon enough and I'd be rid of a liability. [ She turns back to Shepard. ] Tell me, what does regret feel like?
She's visibly tense and confused with no small measure of anger, though she won't be able to put it so surely. All she knows is that she's feeling much too much of everything. ]
Yes. He was weak. I thought he would die soon enough and I'd be rid of a liability. [ She turns back to Shepard. ] Tell me, what does regret feel like?
[ That interests her, the hope that there may be something to be done about all this. Some promise of an end to the pain that she can't seem to silence no matter what she tries to do. She leans forward, lowers her head as if expecting to hear a secret from him. ]
What did they do to you?
What did they do to you?
[ He shrugs, idle, like this is all just normal conversation, like it was something that could just be spoken of, and he might never... except that it is all in his file. There's no point in pretending otherwise, and he doesn't have the energy of it. ]
They tortured me, for months and months, after they killed her. Accused me of the crime and burned me over and over to try and have me admit I did it. I refused... [ another sip, contemplating, and he has done too much of it. There was nothing else to do in that cell. In the long hours tucked up in the Hound Pits between missions. Just the river and the void and him. Slumped over and quiet. ] ... the grief became my only weapon against it. I used it, because it was the only thing left to me.
[ and it's not the answer she's looking for, but it is the only he one he has. the only thing he had to make the time passed easier. ]
They tortured me, for months and months, after they killed her. Accused me of the crime and burned me over and over to try and have me admit I did it. I refused... [ another sip, contemplating, and he has done too much of it. There was nothing else to do in that cell. In the long hours tucked up in the Hound Pits between missions. Just the river and the void and him. Slumped over and quiet. ] ... the grief became my only weapon against it. I used it, because it was the only thing left to me.
[ and it's not the answer she's looking for, but it is the only he one he has. the only thing he had to make the time passed easier. ]
[ Amber has, in fact, read his file but also knows that her own says little about what actually happened. The view from the outside tends to be massively different from the view from within. The villains become the heroes and the heroes don't seem so noble when you look too closely.
There's no pity in her eyes. No sympathy either. ]
The Outsider. That's not the personification of your grief, is it?
There's no pity in her eyes. No sympathy either. ]
The Outsider. That's not the personification of your grief, is it?
[after this.]
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