week 6

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[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[scourgingstars]

You think you deserve to suffer just for existing? The words of everyone that cursed you meant so much that you actually believe them?

If that place was leveled, maybe they did deserve it. And even if they didn't, it doesn't matter. They're dead all the same, and regret over any shred of value that may have been lost won't bring them back.

[desperateprayer]

[ She's not sure how to respond. It's not that the words mattered, she thinks, so much as it was her entire life for twenty-one years. It hasn't even been that long without them. But she can't seem to form the words needed to articulate this. Ardyn's... Definitely hit on something, at least? ]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn took the brief silence to collect himself, raking his right hand through his hair only to have it fall right back into his face. The corruption was gone entirely now, leaving just an ordinary look of aggravation.]

[desperateprayer]

...I'm sorry.

[ She looks... Kind of tired and defeated. ]

...I... All my life, I've been treated like nothing. Being treated nicely... By a few people... Doesn't change years of learning.

[scourgingstars]

Do you want that to change? [The snarling venom had given way to something quieter, covered in cold spite.]

Or would you rather be this for the rest of your life?

[desperateprayer]

...I don't know how. I don't... Know how to view my life as something worth anything. I don't... Know how to stop thinking that it's all right that I can die or be eternally tormented so long as... Everyone else is happy.

[scourgingstars]

...

[If this were the savior of two thousand years prior, insisting to Ardyn that saving Lucis at cost to himself was the only purpose he had, saying that he knew of no other option--]

[Ardyn Izunia probably would have pulled out his Armiger and killed him on the spot.]

[But this wasn't Lucis' former savior, it was Clarith. So with the furious reaction not being an option...what would he have told that savior, were Ardyn face to face with his mirror image?]

Find something to live for aside from 'other people'. Their happiness isn't above yours.

[desperateprayer]

[ She doesn't have words to give him. She has nothing she can say. Because she can't understand it. She can't understand that thinking. Not yet. Maybe not for a hundred years. But she will, in the end, just break down crying. Because that's... Honestly the first time she's heard that. ]