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Who: The Signless (

sufferist) & The Disciple (

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Where: A shady underpass
When: Uh. Sometime. Someday. A couple days after the people in the towers are rescued?
What: The second meeting between two trolls that were once lovers and are now enemies.
Warnings: None yet.

Disciple had searched for him for a long time after their first meeting. There was little that had been answered when they talked, if anything it had only brought about more questions. With time to process everything that had happened and been said, Di had to admit she wasn't particularly proud of how she had reacted to this Signless. She had let her emotions get the best of her, and had in all likelihood jumped to believe him too quickly. Partly out of shock, and perhaps a small part out of wishful thinking.

Yet she wasn't ready to draw any conclusions just yet. While her research had yielded nothing into the possibility of the dead being brought back to life, she acknowledged how little she knew and how little she had access to. There was one way she could find out the truth about this troll, but to do that she needed to speak with him once more.

Yet despite how hard and long she looked, she had not been able to find him again.

Unlike last time in which she had been able to find some direction, her attempts yielded nothing. Regardless, she wasn't ready to give up. It was strange then how she finally came across him when she wasn't searching for hints of his whereabouts. Or less she came across him, and more took notice of him. It had almost been funny to realize that he had been following her, and Di had to wonder how long it had been going on. Had she just not noticed? If so she was woefully out practice.

Whatever he case may be, perhaps this was exactly what she needed. She paid him no mind, hoping that he had not caught onto the fact she was aware of his actions. Instead she made her way to a less populated area of the city.

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The blood contact sends a chill of clarity through his connection. He closes his eyes, shivering faintly, and then pulls his hand away from hers while pulling the aura of red liquid with it. He gathers it in his palm as a small mote of red energy.

"There are some things you cannot control," he says, his entire disposition having calmed considerably.

What the hell had that been about?

She looks at her palm, now with slightly smeared olive blood covering it and frowns.

"That's true. There are a lot of things I can't control--or anyone, for that matter. I'm not going to let that shake my resolve, and I won't allow myself to confuse what I can't and what I can change."

And even if Signless was lost to her forever, she would continue to fight not matter the impossibilities.

"Don't try to make it into a meaningless generality," he says softly, cupping his hands around the mote of psionic energy. "I'm telling you that this is not within your control. You should disappear."

She gave a small shake of her head, eyes focused on the mote in his hands, feeling tired and lost herself.

"I'm not going to give up just like that, no matter what the end may be." She did know what else to say at this point. It was a much more successful conversation than their last, even if only marginally so. Di was glad for that, but everything that had been said weighed on her.

Perhaps it was time they finally parted, hopefully, only for a while.

"But I will leave you," a pause and then she added, "thank you...for bothering. To speak to me, I mean."

"I wasn't expecting you," he says, looking up at her, as if in explanation. Both of them being alive now was likely not a factor any of them had considered.

She shook her head. "I wasn't expecting you either." And she still didn't know if she was ultimately happy for it or not.

"Do you wish I weren't here?"

It takes him a few moments to answer that, and even then it's not really an answer. He doesn't have one, and he doesn't want to think about it too hard. He doesn't have it in him.

"It doesn't matter," he says.

She had regretted the words the moment they slipped out of her mouth. As he had said the last time, this wasn't about her, or them, or what they once had. This was about him. Figuring him out, helping him from whatever situation he was in--if he even was in one, without jeopardizing the cause or Karkat's safety.

The Disciple had to accept what had been between her and Signless, whether he was dead or standing before her, was gone.

With this acknowledgment his answer surprised her all the more, and made her feel strangely better. Not good, but better. "No, I guess it doesn't." Whether either of them wanted the other here or not, the cards had been dealt and they would just have to play with them.

She dawdled for a moment, as if she still had more to say but then just gave a nod. "Until next time, I suppose." She would make certain there was a next time, and she only hoped it would be under better conditions.

He stares at her blankly as she excuses herself, as if her leaving on her own is a surprise to him. He doesn't argue with her departure though, or move to leave himself. Instead he just followers her with searching eyes, standing in place as if he intends to remain there as she goes.