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[madamemoiselle]

{Today, Diva tows along a few unusual items with her to the Plane. She appears sitting in a plain chair at an equally plain table, which isn't that extraordinary, but on the table sits a variety of items. There's a small book (opened to pages on cleaning burns), a large bowl of water, bandages, and towels.

Diva herself is wearing the unusual outfit (for her) of jeans and a t-shirt, with bandages wrapped around both of her wrists. For anyone that knows her, they might assume that the bandages are just for show, but as she unwraps the bandages carefully until raw, bloody flesh is revealed underneath. The blood, of course, is black. Her expression stays absolutely cold and focused all throughout, but as she hesitantly dips her hands into the bowl of water, she can't help but gasp, bowing her head at the pain.

Thanks, Mu! But Diva will be delicately trying to wash the burns she got trying to stop Hei from breaking shit.}

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Well, can you blame me? Sam is only human, after all.

[didorothy]

I'm also a trained police officer. And more than that, I've managed to survive pretty well here despite everything.

[madamemoiselle]

I don't mean it in a bad way. Just...

{Normally, she would take his hand, but instead she smiles a bit more}

I guess it's just that it'd be so sad to lose you, Sam. I don't know if I could handle that.

[didorothy]

You're going to, one day.

[madamemoiselle]

But not for a long time, I hope.

[didorothy]

Me too.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, the good thing is that I won't be leaving either. I mean, if something hadn't changed, I would have to go to sleep in just a few months. So I'm really happy that changed. I can actually live, for once. Ne, that's really wonderful, I think!

[didorothy]

It is. It would be a long time before I could see you if it wasn't.

[madamemoiselle]

{Warmly, and she's very genuinely appreciative of the comment}

Ne, you'll make me blush if you say something that nice.

[didorothy]

[Sam wants to smile, but the knowledge of what Diva did is still hanging over him]

It's only the truth.

[madamemoiselle]

{DEBBIE DOWNER}

Well, it's a very nice truth. None of my Chevalier ever said anything quite that...sweet, I guess. Not that they weren't there when I would go to sleep, but they would just say goodnight or something like that. It was kind of like the didn't expect me to wake up, in a way. Or maybe they forgot about me all together while I slept.

{That thought seems to bother her, so she purses her lips}

Ah, that wouldn't be very nice at all!

[didorothy]

[despite everything, Sam says what he believes, as inaccurate as it may or may not be]

I don't believe they forgot you.

[madamemoiselle]

You don't think so?

{She smiles again}

Why do you say that?

[didorothy]

Gut instinct.

[madamemoiselle]

Then that's good enough. Well, it's not like I can go ask them, so it doesn't really matter.

{She finally seems satisfied with the cleanliness of her burns, so she takes them out of the water to start to dry them very delicately and bandage them again}

Thirty years is a long time to wait anyways. You'd really have to care for someone to wait that long, right? I mean, I don't think it was quite that for my Chevalier, since they were bond to me, but...I guess they still could have run away if they really wanted to.

[didorothy]

You wouldn't hunt them down? Amshel wouldn't?

[madamemoiselle]

I guess that would depend on how they left, or if Amshel thought that they could keep our secret or not. I wouldn't have hunted them, because it wouldn't have been my decision. But Amshel would find them if he wanted to.

{She smiles, then softly}

Ne, he found Josef, after all.

[didorothy]

It's hard to pick out which one was worse.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, at least Josef died pretty terribly. He had a stroke while he was swimming, you know. I don't know how Amshel died. If there was a body, they took it before I could see it.

[didorothy]

I don't know how you can talk about them like that. I thought you loved him, loved both of them.

[madamemoiselle]

{She looks surprised}

Of course I do. Josef...Well, after what he did, I wanted him to die. I thought about it, and I love the memories that he gave me, and my memory of him. But...it wasn't really true, so my Josef isn't the real Josef.

{That makes her uncomfortable, so she looks down at her bandages, talking about Amshel instead}

But that's just the truth of it for Amshel. I know that he died, but when I came back, the military had taken his body. I tried to talk to them, but they wouldn't tell me what really happened, or if they even knew. But we always knew that. Amshel told me for a long time that if he were to die, there wouldn't be a funeral, and the body should be gotten rid of so that no one could ever find it. He told me that I had to do that if he ever died, so it's too bad that I couldn't.

[didorothy]

I didn't think Amshel would ever plan for what would happen after his death.

[Amshel, in Sam's head, isn't the sort of person who'd care after he was gone, or believe that he'd kick it]

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, no, Amshel was always very careful about planning things. I don't think that he thought that he would die before me, but...He wanted me to live comfortably anyways. That's why I got all of my Chevaliers' money, estates, and everything else when I was the last one left. Ah, that's why those papers call me an heiress, I think.

[didorothy]

Because--[in this moment, Sam realises that in many ways, Diva is an orphan. It gives him pause.]

I'm sorry.

[madamemoiselle]

...You're sorry? Why?