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Who: Signless and the Disciple
Where: Disciple's house.
When: April 7th ish.
What: Signless shows up at Disciple's house.
Warnings: Some injuries and some suicidal ideation.
He leaves a speckled blood trail when he enters, his wounds still seeping blood through his body suit. The gaps in the bio material haven't yet had the chance to heal, and neither has his body. It doesn't seem urgent, and so he ignores it, the idea that he's bleeding only a passing thought as he searches the house for the Disciple. He can't feel her anywhere.
She must be gone.
It doesn't matter, he thinks. He came and that's all he needs to do, isn't it? This was his destination, and now that he's here...well, he doesn't have any more planned. This is as far as he's gotten.
He eventually curls up on the couch, trying to rest away the exhaustion of electrical injuries. If she shows up, she does. If not...it doesn't really matter. It doesn't.
Its chill without his cloak, having discarded it in the fight, but by the time she returns he's asleep.
Where: Disciple's house.
When: April 7th ish.
What: Signless shows up at Disciple's house.
Warnings: Some injuries and some suicidal ideation.
He leaves a speckled blood trail when he enters, his wounds still seeping blood through his body suit. The gaps in the bio material haven't yet had the chance to heal, and neither has his body. It doesn't seem urgent, and so he ignores it, the idea that he's bleeding only a passing thought as he searches the house for the Disciple. He can't feel her anywhere.
She must be gone.
It doesn't matter, he thinks. He came and that's all he needs to do, isn't it? This was his destination, and now that he's here...well, he doesn't have any more planned. This is as far as he's gotten.
He eventually curls up on the couch, trying to rest away the exhaustion of electrical injuries. If she shows up, she does. If not...it doesn't really matter. It doesn't.
Its chill without his cloak, having discarded it in the fight, but by the time she returns he's asleep.
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If not for the scent she might not have caught it at all, but the sharp, almost metallic aroma hits her like a punch to the gut and her eyes fix on it. Her senses go on alert and she slowly makes her way to her door, standing for a moment to listen as hard as she could. No noise that she could hear came from inside, but the smell of blood did seem to be stronger.
Di deliberated for a while longer before entering. Nothing seemed out of place and eventually she saw just who the blood was coming from.
Di hadn't expecting that he would actually come, and for a moment she is so happy that has has. It last until she remembers that she is injured and she hurridly makes her way to him, checking to see if he is still breathing.
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His ear twitches at the sound of her approach, the pace of his breath shifting as he rises from sleep. Even so, he doesn't quite tune into her presence.
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After getting the first aid kit and a glass of what she carefully set them down next to the couch and reached out a hand to gently touch Signless' shoulder.
"Signless?"
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"No," he says wearily, but in reaction to what is not quite clear.
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"Sorry to wake you, but you're injured. Let me patch you up."
She probably ought to clean up that blood too. The CONDOR safehouse it fairly isolated, but best to make sure no false alarms were sent out.
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"I don't know why I came here," he says, trying to focus. "Don't...don't touch me."
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"Alright. It doesn't look so bad you can't do it yourself but you should do something about it. You don't need an infection." She holds the first aid kit out to him, deciding to leave questions until he has been taken care of and become more oriented. She can wait.
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"You said I could come here," he mumbles, uselessly. "You said that I could..." He trails off and stares at his hands, flexing his fingers. "I don't know what I'm doing."
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"I did. I meant it. I'm glad you came. Do you need to stay here for a while?" There were so many possibilities for why he was here and acting like this and Di was sure she could only imagine a fraction of them.
"If you do, you are welcome to. Don't strain yourself. Just relax. Can I get you something?"
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"I...I hate this," he says, clawing at where his suit covers his wrist and turns into a fingerless glove. His eyes become wet with tears out of sync with the rest of his body - a spec of moisture rolls down his cheek, even as his expression stays blank, like the rest of his body doesn't acknowledge that it's happening. "I hate it. I can't think..."
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Di can only assume that 'they' is the Empress. She can't be certain but as far as she's aware that's the only other place Signless has to go to.
"You don't...you don't have to go back." She quietly suggests.
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"Why aren't you dead?" he asks.
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"I've asked myself the same thing many times. I suppose the only one who could really answer that was the Executor who let me go. But I'm here and just trying to do the best that I can do."
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"I...I was dead. No one believes me when I say that."
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"Bringing people back from the dead...it seems like something impossible. It's reasonable for people to think that. But just because they don't believe you doesn't mean it isn't true."
She holds her arms out uncertainly, as if she half expects him to fall.
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"Do you believe it?" he asks, and her answer is obviously important to him.
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"I do," she admitted reluctantly at last, "but when you aren't around I'm trying to convinced myself otherwise. I have little proof, I don't even know how it's possible but." She raised her gaze to him.
"When I see you, I do."
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"What else would I be? How else would I be here like this?" The words are rapid fire and emotional. "What do you think I am?"
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"I told you that I do believe you, what exactly is it that you are trying to answer? I don't want to believe that you now mean to kill Karkat, and to kill me. I don't want to believe that now you're working for that witch, and mean to murder other people regardless of who or what they are. Even if I can see why you would it just. It." She trailed off and then gave a shake off her head, holding back a frustrated noise of her own. How was it that he could be so antithetical to who he once was?
"But how exactly am I supposed to convince the Sufferists of this? I know that you are Signless because I feel like you are? That's not going to convince anyone." And it shouldn't convince her.
She knew she wasn't giving Signless what he was looking for, but she was ever an honest person.
"Look. If you are trying to figure this out for yourself, there is a very obvious solution."
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And now this. Was she matronizing him? Maybe she was, but she still stood by what she said. Di got to her feet and turned away. She'd get them, she'd show him, and if nothing came of that?
Well, she didn't know what she could possibly do to help him figure this out.
"I'll be back." She murmured, just barely audible.
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The first painting she pulls out is a simple one that even a non Alternian might recognize. The sky with both its moons and stars, giving off a warm pink and green glow. The rest, however, are ones that only someone who was there would really know. A village they had once visited, when it was just the two of them traveling, a painting of the first highblood that believed in their teachings and helped them contrasted against a lowblood who once tried to turn them in. A glade where the two of them and Psionic had spent the day talking beneath the shade of their tent. Two or three more poignant images.
She hadn't been expecting to run into him so soon, so there aren't that many. Once she has propped them all up against the wall she turns to him.
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It's the image of the two trolls that first stirs something major, and it's obvious from the expression on his face - the way that his gaze focuses. He glances at her, his brow furrowed and questioning, then back again at some of the others. The object still between his hands, he clenches it more tightly between his fingers.
"What are you trying to accomplish?" he asks quietly.
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"To remind you of life before," a life that despite its short end and trials, was better than the one he had now, "and to hopefully make things clearer for the both of us."
It was only then that she lowered her gaze and her eyes fell on the object in his hand. He hadn't been holding on to that before. Her brow furrowed, but she let her question hang in the air.
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