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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She's reaching out as she appears on the Plane, but her fingers grasp at the air before her hand falls back to her side.}

He's gone. He doesn't...remember.

{She starts to laugh, but it's very broken, and unsettling}

Ne, is that what Amshel meant? Disgusting, filthy, lying humans. I can't---shouldn't trust them. It's why, why Amshel, everyone died! They left me, and now, he's gone too. I hate them! I--I...

{But her mood changes again, and Diva takes a few delicate steps forward before she simply drops to her knees, her hands clutching tightly at her side as she begins to tremble}

I'm sorry, I really am sorry---Why didn't you say goodbye? Ne, what about your promise? Why did you...Please, please come back, Sam! I love you, I need you, please don't be gone! Don't leave me! I don't, can't be alone, you--

{She breaks off, starting to sob absolutely miserably}

((ooc: note, Diva is extremely unstable now, and prone to violence if put in the wrong spot. I'll tell you if it's going that way, but just a slight warning~))

Comments

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

Oh [Pause] I'm sorry, it's horrible when that happens.

Was... Did he come here?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Yes. Sam saved me.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[He nods slightly as he absorbs that and then takes a small step closer] That is a pity, but... There does not appear to be any way to bring him back.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Her eyes well up with tears again}

Ne, but! That's...That's not fair at all. How can I...I need Sam.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[My, this is rather awkward- he reaches out to pat her back in a slightly uncomfortable way] Perhaps... I am sorry; it's horrible when you lose somebody.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She grabs his hand before he can touch her}

Don't.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Instantly withdraws his hand] My apologies, I didn't mean to... Make it any worse.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then back away. This is not of your concern.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[He hesitates a few seconds and then nods- darting back a few spaces in vampire speed so that he isn't all that close at all] Again, my condolences.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Sniffs}

Just...go. Ne, I'm not in the mood to talk to strangers.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[He just nods, bows adn pops off of the Plane]