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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

[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?

[didorothy]

You've lost a lot.

[madamemoiselle]

{She smiles a little, looking up at Sam as she finishes bandaging her arms again}

It's true. Ne, but I've gained a lot too, so I'm thankful.

[didorothy]

I'm glad you're happy with this.

[madamemoiselle]

Of course I am. I have you, after all.

[didorothy]

[Sam looks down]

How do your wrists feel now?

[madamemoiselle]

Well, they're sore, but it's nothing bad.

[didorothy]

And you promise to let Annie look at them?

[madamemoiselle]

I promise! Don't worry about that.

[didorothy]

I won't. [liar] I just... really don't think this is the time for everything falling to shit as it has been.

[madamemoiselle]

{It's only going to get worse, Sam}

Well, if that's true, then we can only go up, right?

[didorothy]

[the irony is killing me]

I hope so.

[madamemoiselle]

{It's killing Chris, Ray, and Annie too. Oh snap}

Well, in any case, I'll do what I can to help you if you need it, alright? You can ask me for help any time.

[didorothy]

{You bitch.}

I will. I promise.

[madamemoiselle]

{♥}

Good! I'll look forward to it, a little bit.

[didorothy]

[Sam wants to lean forward to kiss her on the cheek, but of course he shoves that idea away immediately. Squeezing her hand isn't an option either - have to be careful of those wrists. Instead, he reaches over and squeezes her shoulder gently]

I'll be around.

[madamemoiselle]

{Yay physical contact! She closes her eyes and leans her head against his hand}

I'm glad for that, of course.