pc: wis'adel

[sacredpath]

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[sarkazm]

[presumably outside somewhere after being bandaged etc! what the FUCK is being a good patient. she doesn't know it.]

[sacredpath]

[good for her. shadowheart feels she can walk it off. but maybe she's supposed to pretend to feel otherwise? who knows.]

Hello. Do you currently know me, or no?

[sarkazm]

Been talking to the others, huh... yeah, I do.

[luckily. for now.]

[sacredpath]

No. I was there when you all came back.

[it wasn't hard to tell what was going on.]

[sarkazm]

You were?

[she was busy dealing with double track drifting healer threads]

... must've been hard to miss none of us knowing shit.

[sacredpath]

It was. [a small smile.] But it's hardly something I can give you trouble about. You would be surprised how many people here are missing large chunks of memory. [but her included.]

[sarkazm]

Well, it's a real pain in the ass! Even now that I do know what happened, it's all-- it feels fucked up to remember forgetting?

[sacredpath]

[smiling back, a bit placid.]

No, it certainly isn't ideal. But I'm glad you remember now.

[sarkazm]

Only sort of. I still--

I don't think I ever really knew what the hell was going on.

[sacredpath]

What happened to all of you?

[were you drafted into a war.]

[sarkazm]

I don't know, we were doing some kind of trials? Then-

[...]

Oh. Guess the bomb's how I lost those fingers.

[sacredpath]

So you blew yourself up. Well, better you than someone else, I'm sure.

[trials sounds better than a war, at least.

[sarkazm]

Okay, look, I didn't remember shit at the time, it's not my fault that thing was so powerful.

[she just threw it, man.

wiš'adel huffs, rubbing at her face-- wincing as her hand stings.]

[sacredpath]

I know, I know. I'm sorry you were hurt.

[she was just trying to keep it light a bit.]

[sarkazm]

I'm fine, it's just been annoying to catch shit for!

[exploding herself?? fucking amateur hour. ugh.]

Don't be too sorry. The worst of it's from the other me.

[she's gotta respect her own clone for it.]

[sacredpath]

You had to fight yourself? A novel experience. I had to do so once, as well. You never learn your own strengths and weaknesses quite so quickly, do you?

[sarkazm]

You really don't! She wasn't so bad. Kinda liked that part.

[of course she'd give herself a good fight.]

...buuut I guess that saves me from asking whether you were familiar.

[pausing, just for a second, before she takes the bandages off her injured hand so shadowheart can see the wound there. what's up bestie i got a matching freaky wound haha #justgirlythings]

I came out of there with this.

[sacredpath]

[well, she didn't assume from "i fought my clone" that this had anything to do with her or her life.

so she immediately freezes when she fucking sees this?]

What?

[sarkazm]

It's exactly what I said. I got it while we were gone.

[she likes shadowheart enough, and remembers enough of the circumstances surrounding the wound on her own hand, to not be an asshole about repeating it.]

[sacredpath]

[well. she can put the pieces together, but that doesn't mean she knows what they stand for.]

...So it was like with Jiaoqiu?

[sarkazm]

I think so...? To be honest, I didn't know a lot about what was going on most of the time.

...more or less all the time.

[sacredpath]

The memories.

[ugh. things are starting to make some sense now.]

...Yes. I'm missing them, too.

[sarkazm]

Wait, you are-?

[well, shit.]

Then I guess that explains getting my head wiped-- which sucked, by the way! You've had to put up with that?

[sacredpath]

I've given up my memories, yes.

[but that's a big part of why she can't exactly commiserate about things that happened to her. who knows what those things were.]

[sarkazm]

Given up? Like... on purpose?