realityshifted

{Dero was nice enough to motivate me to make a posting schedule, so here's Diva! She's still in Haydée's body, so as soon as she came here, the uniform she had been wearing was gone. But still, she's sitting behind a desk with neat piles of paperwork, all in German. There's a bulky typewriter that takes up most of the desk, and a small desk radio that sounds like a German radio program, though Diva had turned it down quite a while ago.

She also looks surprisingly tired. She leans back in the wooden chair, putting her palms lightly over her eyes.}

Ne, it's really stupid. I really shouldn't care, shouldn't--

{But something said on the radio catches her attention, so she lifts her palms to look at the radio}

My, isn't that something? President Roosevelt traveled by aeroplane last week. I'm sure he was going to meet Mr. Churchill, actually. I wonder if Amshel or Solomon will be there too, actually~ It was winter when they met them, if I remember correctly...

((ooc: Simultaneous plots, awesome. Diva is now in Germany, 1943))

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Is it really?

[Nods.]

It doesn't seem like it should be that way, though, Hei. I shouldn't feel...happy to see him.

It's...hard to let go of the feelings you had for someone originally...before they turned on you.

{She glances back to Hei}

Ne, Hei, did I ever tell you what Josef did to me?

You told me he betrayed you.

That's the easy way to say it. I mean, did I ever tell you just what he did to betray me?

...I don't think so, no.

{Oddly, just a little bit, she smiles}

Ne, is it something that you'd like to hear? Or is that already enough for Hei.

I'll listen, if you want to tell it.

I suppose it is that I don't know if I should. Is this the kind of thing that people say is "better to get off your chest" or is it something I should just keep inside.

[He shakes his head.] It's your decision.

{She considers it, quietly for a full minute or two before she starts softly and coldly}

I arrived in November, and I didn't trust him at all until January. It was right after the bombings in Berlin, and Martin convinced Amshel to send me somewhere safer. I hated him at first, because it was all human, and I was alone. I only worked as a secretary or sometimes a nurse, and it was always boring. But it was because of his voice. He had a very nice singing voice, and we sang together sometimes. Before I knew it, we were spending more time together, and I thought, that we loved each other, eventually.

He promised me everything I had wanted. We were going to leave at the end of the next November, and we were going to run away to South America. He would become my Chevalier and live there, quietly, since my Chevalier would never think to look there. I was going to be safe, and I believed everything he said. He was going to save me.

But it was at the beginning of November. The 5th, I won't forget it, because we had a party to celebrate an execution, actually. I was hungry too, since he hadn't been able to take one of them for me to eat, but I didn't really mind it. It was common then. So that night he said that he would come and see me, and that he would bring me food.

It was only a few of them, but I was weak. They were soldiers I didn't know, and they hurt me, everywhere. They raped me, cut me, shot me, and laughed every time as it grew back. It hurt, but it wasn't that bad. Not as bad as some other things had been, anyways. All of the sudden, Josef came in, and I was so happy, because I thought he would save me. They all drew back, and he cleaned off my face before he told me that I was leaving tomorrow. He said that I was "his puppet". That's all he came to say, and that was the last I ever saw of Josef. They finished having their fun once he was gone, and the next morning, Solomon was there to take me home.

{Pauses}

That's all there is.

[He's silent for a long, long time after she's finished, since he really has no idea what to say to any of that. Things like "I'm sorry" or "that's terrible" are superficial and pointless. Through the story he was staring down through the floor at the stars and nebulae beneath, but now he looks up and meets Diva's eyes.]

Thank you for telling me.

{She smiles a little}

I can't say that there's a "weight lifted from my chest", as humans tend to say, but at least I know it's not my secret forever now. Thank you for listening, I should say.

[Matches the smile.] You're welcome.

But it's not so bad. It won't happen for several months, so unless I stay stuck in this Germany for a long time, nothing is going to happen. Josef was very kind to me.

Hopefully...well, hopefully things will go back to normal for you soon.

Well, if this continues, then I'll end up in Vietnam. That's not much better.

[He runs his fingers through his hair.] No...I imagine not.

Well, that should be interesting if I go there, at least. It won't be as safe as I am here with Amshel, ironically, but I was treated like a Goddess. The Goddess, actually. Quan Âm is what they called me.

{She stretches lightly} It's nice enough with Josef, though.

Why was that, exactly?

Because I was like one, to them. With the Cinq-Fleches' pills that Karl and I brought to them, we healed their illnesses. With Our strength, there weren't about armies that could touch that village. And I wasn't human, they knew that. I could not die. So they assumed that I was the goddess of mercy, compassion, things that I didn't really have.

{She laughs a little} But that was why.

Why did your Chevalier use you that way? What was the purpose? [Isn't sure he's gonna like the answer]

Ah, so that they could use that village to test their new drugs. Josef made them, actually, using my blood. It heals any illness, but it will turn them into what you saw, eventually.

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