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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~))

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[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[his brow furrows, and he hangs back warily for a moment, before approaching slowly, cautiously; his voice is low and soothing]

Diva? What's happened to Sam? [he allows the worry to show in his voice, his features]

HAPPY DAY

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{In between sobs,}

He's gone. Sam isn't here anymore!

DAMN SKIPPY

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[he stares at her, for a moment; he knows it's happened before, her description fits, there is no doubt in his expression, and it is reluctant, conflicted] Gone. He doesn't - he isn't your - our Sam anymore?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Viciously} He's nothing.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[softly] Was he nothing when you met him?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

He didn't remember anything at all...

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

He would if he could, Diva. I know it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But he doesn't, that's the problem!

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[sharply] And that still doesn't invalidate everything he's been for you.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But what am I supposed to be without him?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

All he wanted you to be. [slowly he reaches out, rests a gloved hand on hers] All he's taught you doesn't simply disappear because he doesn't know. [more gently] You can remember for the both of you.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She looks up at him as her eyes well with tears, and she uses her other hand to wipe them away}

I...Can I do that?

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[slight, warm smile] Sam saw that potential in you, or else he wouldn't have tried. I trust his judgement.

And you needn't be alone, Diva. No one can replace him, certainly, but...

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But--He...

{She murmurs something then,} I'll try.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

He saw your potential. [the smile widens, a little] And I trust his judgement.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then...I'll try. For Sam.

[miseardae.livejournal.com]

[squeezes her hand] I'm sure he'd be proud.