Week 5

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[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[brokencode]

[Concern blossomed in her chest, and for a moment, Angel wanted so desperately to ignore her own problems in order to tend to whatever troubled Heart. Right now, he needed to know the truth. If he chose to accept her for what happened, then and only then would she let her own interests take precedence.]

I did. [Rather than meeting Heart's eyes, Angel stared at her fingers as she fidgeted.]

Remind me... What have I told you of where I came from, and what I have done in the past?

[myocordial]

We've discussed your powers some. What happened to your mother. [Only a little, but still.] The attempts to control your powers, but not in much detail.

[He's running through that as much for her benefit as his own. It's been a few weeks, so remembering every detail can become tricky.]

I don't believe you've told me much of where you're from.

[brokencode]

Ah.

[She chewed on her lip some. This made things more complicated, if only by virtue of explaining what preceded her memories, without sounding as if she was playing for pity.]

Suffice to say, I spent most of my time in isolation, doing what my f-- [The word clung to her tongue rather painfully] What my employer and progenitor asked me to. We were in charge of a rather lawless place, and the result was said employer trying hard to make things right in the world we "watched over."

Does that much make sense?

[myocordial]

Hm, yes, it does. Please continue.

[brokencode]

Okay.

[Now came the troubling bits.]

For a long time, I was led to believe that if I continued to comply, my employer, Jack would reach the top of the corporate ladder. With all that power, he could protect me, and I... I could be free.

That freedom never came. Instead, I was driven to do more and more senseless, violent things.

The last thing I remember, I... coerced an entire town into lowering its defenses. There were people I knew there, maybe we were friends. And I... helped him slaughter them.

[myocordial]

[He just listens. No judgements until she finishes.]

So that's the betrayal that your title refers to?

[brokencode]

As... far as I am aware, yes.

[And with it all out in the open, all there was left to do was to wait for whatever would come.]

I... I am sorry. I will not make excuses for what happened, only apologize, like I wish I could to them.

[myocordial]

[At first, Heart is quiet. His eyes are closed and it seems he's thinking it over. And then...]

...It's truly despicable. Giving you that title.

[brokencode]

[She flinched at his first words, despite knowing that they were well deserved. But it was the second statement that surprised her.]

It is... what I deserve, Heart. [Had he not heard her? Did he not understand what she did?]

[myocordial]

It's cruel. The only purpose it serves is reminding you of an event that you clearly regret. Something which you were manipulated into, even.

You definitely do not deserve that.

[brokencode]

I could have said no. Jack would not have... [She remembered the collar and swallowed hard.]

I should have said no.

[myocordial]

...You were used. The fault lies with the one who used you. The one who made you believe this is what you had to do.

From how you describe it, it doesn't seem as if you were really in a position to refuse.

[brokencode]

I... do not think I agree with you.

[The fault was on her shoulders. If not for her, there would be no blood. Of that she was convinced.]

[myocordial]

That's fine. It's for you to decide.

...But tell me. Your life. What... was it like?

[brokencode]

There... wasn't much to it at all. You have seen me fumbling about, have you not? Since arriving here, I had to be taught how to cook, how to swim, even how to make tea.

It was like I told you. I was kept locked away, for fear of my powers. For ten years, I have been a prisoner. That was my life.

[myocordial]

That sort of life... No one would do well. I can only imagine how difficult that must have been.

...No one could blame you for trying to be free of such a life. Least of all me. [Honestly, in a way he can relate.] As I said. I don't think you were in a position to refuse.

[Which still might not make this easier for her, of course.]

...What would have happened, if you had?

[brokencode]

[She couldn't say with certainty, but the control core was more just a way of keeping her powers in check. There was plenty there that could be used against her.]

I... don't know. But Jack eventually developed a tool to keep people like myself, sirens, under control. Do you remember that collar I wore?

[myocordial]

...Yes, I do.

[It was difficult to miss.]

Did he... use that on you?

[brokencode]

Not yet. But it was... designed to keep another siren under control. The threat is enough. Especially when he has other ways of getting me to listen.

[myocordial]

You had reasons to fear it could happen. You had... plenty of reasons to fear him...

[ Geez, Angel... :( ]

Fear can be very powerful.

[brokencode]

I still... [She let out a breath.] If I do not hold myself accountable for their deaths, who will?

[myocordial]

I still say that the one who orchestrated the whole thing is the one who should be held accountable.

However, I imagine nothing I say can stop it from weighing so heavily on you. Especially not so soon after you received that memory. The wound is still fresh. [He frowns, just... looking at her very gently.] It's only natural for a good person to feel guilt over this.

Still, I hope eventually you can trust your friends' view on this.

[Plural, because he's sure the others will feel similarly.]

[brokencode]

I... hope so.

[The doubt was clear on her face all the same. She couldn't imagine how the others would feel the same. Surely they would be a touch more reasonable, would condemn her for what she had done.]

I do not agree with you, and I have made that clear. However... I appreciate your understanding, nonetheless.

[myocordial]

Of course. Your feelings on this matter are your own. Whether or not you change your mind is entirely up to you. And so is whatever you decide to do with these feelings.

[Agree to disagree. He's not one for forcing someone to see things his way.]

I happen to know a thing or two about being used. And how complicated it makes things.

[brokencode]

I am... sorry you know this feeling. Regardless of how I feel about what I did... no one deserves to be in my shoes. I know that much...

[She reached out, offering a hand to the man.]

If you would like to talk about it... I am here to listen. I owe you that.