So Satan is Gone | Week 2 Afterparty

[tasteslikesurvival]

[Well. That was a hell of a trial, wasn't it? About half an hour after everyone returned from the trial they'll receive a note under their door. (Plus Togami gets a new handwriting sample for his book.)]

This is Kurumi. I gathered up some stuff from the diner and kitchen to the Cafeteria. Come if you want. Thought we should be together.

[It's not much. Just a pot of tea, some coffee, and some of that delicious cherry pie from the diner. Get some before it runs out.]

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[curdle]

I understand.

We've no mirrors on the farm. The nearest thing is to see thy aspect in some shining thing, or a pool. Father and Mother say it is better not to covet such things for vanity's sake, but when we first woke hither I could not but gaze.

Maybe one of us could fashion a new image.

[damnfourthemerald]

It's not about vanity. There's nothing wrong with seeing how you look. Mirrors help. Pictures are just... [It's frustrating not to be able to find the words. He's not sure just what it is, but he'd been so convinced that he'd help save the portraits that...now that it's all for naught, seeing as the artist was a fucking lying fuckface fuck, it's hard to let that go.]

I can't dictate what happens to the others, but I can at least dictate what happens to mine. I don't want to throw it on the pyre like the rest. If I choose to destroy it down the line, that'll be my own decision on my own terms.

[curdle]

[ It seems like there must be something beyond what Shadow has already said that spurs his words, but if there is, she cannot name it. She can understand the impulse to control things related to oneself, though. ]

If the Doctor speaks aright, they are clear of any such evil, so I suppose there is no harm... [ Thomasin knows he needs no reassurance of this; she's just kind of spinning her wheels trying to come up with something to say. ] Besides, 'tis your likeness. None else hath claim over it.

[ ... ]

I am sorry, Shadow. He deceived us all.

[ sure, she didn't like him at all and knew he was bad news, but there's a broad gap between that and Literally Satan ]

[damnfourthemerald]

Pictures are memories. [There. He can ground that out. That photo in his hand, letting it go, letting her go, he still can't shake how right it felt at the moment but how wrong it feels now. What kind of person does he become for that to possibly happen?] And memories are important--maybe even now more than ever before. I have...had one, of some members of what you could consider to be my family. I still remember them, but the physical reminder--I'm not sure I can adequately explain it. There is meaning to it.

And if this portrait means someone remembers me, that feels important.

[curdle]

[ In the diner, he said he had no family, but that's not something to push. ]

Memories can fade, or lie. I -- think I understand thy meaning.

[ She's remembering the picture of Sam that was her motive last week. Thomasin had taken it as an evil reminder from their captors, something intended to hurt her, and her estimation of Bolton's intent in passing them out hasn't exactly brightened since then. But she still has it in her room. ]

Maybe 'tis for that they keep our likenesses on display at trial. Would that we could take such images for ourselves.

[ WHAT
THE FUCK
IS A CAMERA ]

[damnfourthemerald]

[#itscomplicated

also maybe not gonna explain cameras. Just yet. Unless the security cameras become a super big deal.]

Memories can fade. They can lie. And they can be forgotten, as we have, or altered. Sometimes we can't even trust what we think we know.

[But he lets out a little sigh.] Thank you for listening. I would have saved them all if I could, but I understand what a bitter reminder they are.

[curdle]

'Twould be wrong not to. You have ever done the same for me. And... I cannot paint, but there might be some small thing I can do with the art room's supply.