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I'm glad everyone's alright.
[ alright here being a subjective term. not dead might be better, though that's also a subjective term in this instance. the message is a bit late on the tail-end of the previous week's violence, and some clarification would probably be helpful, but kieren's second-guessed starting this discussion about a thousand times. now that he's finally going for it, the tactic's too leap before you look to be completely coherent. ]
It's not your fault. That's what people will be saying, anyway, about any damage you've done or harm you've caused, but I know it's difficult to believe. And it isn't true, really, because if you hadn't been alive, then maybe it wouldn't have happened.
Acting like the guilt's not there doesn't help. But if you can accept it, there's a chance you can learn to live around it.
[ except now he's getting insanely awkward group therapy flashbacks. the attempt to make the conversation less dire is a mildly panicked afterthought, tacked on quickly. ]
And I know I'm late to space Christmas, but if anyone wants any pictures — paintings, portraits, anything like that for belated gifts, I'd be happy to do something if you've got the materials.
[ super awkward pause, then: ] Thanks.
[ alright here being a subjective term. not dead might be better, though that's also a subjective term in this instance. the message is a bit late on the tail-end of the previous week's violence, and some clarification would probably be helpful, but kieren's second-guessed starting this discussion about a thousand times. now that he's finally going for it, the tactic's too leap before you look to be completely coherent. ]
It's not your fault. That's what people will be saying, anyway, about any damage you've done or harm you've caused, but I know it's difficult to believe. And it isn't true, really, because if you hadn't been alive, then maybe it wouldn't have happened.
Acting like the guilt's not there doesn't help. But if you can accept it, there's a chance you can learn to live around it.
[ except now he's getting insanely awkward group therapy flashbacks. the attempt to make the conversation less dire is a mildly panicked afterthought, tacked on quickly. ]
And I know I'm late to space Christmas, but if anyone wants any pictures — paintings, portraits, anything like that for belated gifts, I'd be happy to do something if you've got the materials.
[ super awkward pause, then: ] Thanks.
no subject
Because I'm dead. Or I was, anyway. I'm alright now.
[ ISH. ]
privateish
So am I!
private!!
[ not the reaction he was expecting. ]
private!!
private!!
[ well, that's forward. seems fair to be honest right back. ]
I'm a Partially Deceased...
[ except nobody here knows what the hell that means, so instead, slightly chagrined: ]
A zombie.
private!!
[Pause.]
Er, I've never met one before. Is it uncomfortable? Is that rude? Don't answer if it's rude.
private!!
[ Except for when it's not, of course, but he's not going to get into the not-so-friendly details. ] What's it like being a... is ghost the politically correct term?
private!!
private
[ PDS said with sufficient sarcasm, though he doesn't sound overly attached to undead, either. ]
private
private
[ Which isn't what she was asking; he's aware. ]
It's a pleasure to meet you, Annie.
private
Really, truly.