week 2

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Week 2

[It's been about a week since the Champions woke up in their new consumerist hellscape of a temporary home and, despite a few odd goings on and the bomb incident with Church and Nari, things haven't been as bad as they could be. No one is even dead yet! But let's see how long that lasts.

Enjoy your week, Champions.]

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[neverheardofhim]

Why? [There's a hint of anger in his eyes, but mostly he looks confused, even a little uneasy. The pitiful dwarf role was not one he was particularly comfortable with playing. It was him that was supposed to be offering comfort, not the other way around.]

There are people out there more upset than I am. Save your breath for someone who's really going to need it. Me? I'll be fine. [He took a breath, only to find that the discomfort had been replaced with a twang of guilt.]

It's not that I don't appreciate it. But I know myself well enough to promise that I'm not going to be bashing heads in this week in order to keep this from spreading. We don't know that about the others.

[myocordial]

There are, and they are being looked after as well. Considering that we're a group, even if we didn't choose to be, all we can do is look out for each other.

And everyone is very determined to insist that they don't need anything. That's your choice, of course. I'm not asking for anything more than this conversation. I just wanted...

[He stops himself for a few seconds. To collect his thoughts, maybe. Or maybe just because the subject is... difficult.]

If you want to know "why", it's simply because I can... relate. That's all.

[neverheardofhim]

[He doesn't say it aloud, but Varric can certainly respect Heart's mindset. It was good to know that, even as he crumbled, there were others to hold their rank up.

That said, Varric is still uneasy being the one comforted. It's easier to focus on the way Heart pauses, or the similarities that he so carefully brings up. At least that was something Varric felt he could manage.]

Did your note say something similar, then?

[myocordial]

...I haven't opened it.

[The envelope is still sealed. But not destroyed, either.]

Mostly because I suspect it does indeed say something along those lines. I could say it's a matter of principle, but really I simply prefer not to have the words staring me in the face.

[neverheardofhim]

I could destroy it for you, if you'd like. I know at least three ways of doing it in this place. [Fire being the one he was most inclined to try.]

Could be a little cathartic for the both of us.

[myocordial]

That does sound tempting. It can't exactly bother me anymore if it no longer exists.

...And this place has a way of putting one in a destroying sort of mood.

[Things, not people. Well. Some people. Like Xander maybe.]

[neverheardofhim]

What do you know -- I feel the same way.

[Varric takes a long swig from his bottle, and then starts off toward the food court. He stops after a few feet just to be sure that Heart is following.]

Flavortown is our best bet, I think.

[myocordial]

Yes, that does seem like the best fit for this.

[And Heart follows him there, of course. If nothing else, maybe this will prove a little cathartic.]

[neverheardofhim]

[It's not hard to find a decent source of flame in Flavortown, and it's not long until he has a miniature bonfire going. And yes, he has a bucket of water on hand, just in case.]

Why don't you start us off, huh?

[myocordial]

Hm.

[And Heart does pull out the envelope. He looks at it, at first, but there's really nothing to consider here. There's nothing good that could come out of this envelope. Nothing he cares to read.

He tosses it into the flames.]

Good riddance.

[neverheardofhim]

[It might be rude to stare, but Varric doesn't dare look anywhere but at Heart as the letter burns. Whatever was contained on that slip wasn't his business, and he didn't want to chance acting as if it was.]

Feel any better?

[myocordial]

...Mostly the same, I think.

[Heart, on the other hand, just stares at the remains of the paper, burning away.]

Perhaps some small amount of vindication for refusing to play along with this ridiculous game. But I'll take it.