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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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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Nods}

I will.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Then, shall we?

[he pulls her to her feet as he stands with her, not letting go]

[it's not pleasant for him, but, well. For science]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Thanks, Crane. She stands with him delicately, her actions very deliberately ladylike}

Thank you.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I was taught that a lady deserves a gentleman and have tried to live up to that whenever possible.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{And she actually smiles a little}

Then I guess I should thank you even more.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

There's no need. This way.

[he walks towards the kitchens with her]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{And she walks beside him silently! Because she's not energetic enough today to talk to him the whole time about mundane things}

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[truly, silence is a relief. He prepares the tea in silence - water, kettle, heat, and all of that. He seems perfectly calm and content, which he mostly is]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Diva isn't :( MAKE THE DAMN TEA}

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[this is why all your Chevalier dumped you, bitch]

[but there, there is tea for two]

[sadly he can't have is adorable mug with a skull on it, but he can cope]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Except Eddie! :) He is new and doesn't know better}

{She takes the tea and sips it. It, really, is a completely worthless gesture, but she appreciates the kindness, so}

Thank you.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I can't do more. Grief counselling is hardly my speciality.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

No, no...This is fine.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[The good doctor nods, then takes a silent sip from his tea]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ne, but...Dr. Crane, I don't...know what to do.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[thoughtfully]

You don't usually like to call me 'Doctor.'

[setting down his tea]

Major decision-making probably shouldn't be made when the emotions are still this fresh and strong. For now, you should look to things that bring you comfort and security.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Her expression just falls to blankness}

Like what?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

What do you enjoy doing? Singing, perhaps?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I enjoy it, but...I don't know. I don't feel like singing, really.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Is there anything at all you feel like doing?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Making Chevalier, then raping them. I...No, not really. It just feels empty.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[...oh Diva.]

Hm...

[his eyebrows knit together; he's considering something and unsure about what to do, though for far different reasons than he'd express if asked]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

What is it?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

There's something... [he turns the cup around in his hands] I don't know if I'd feel comfortable prescribing, though. Particularly with your dislike of doctors, for very understandable reasons.

Forget about it. It's better to handle this slowly regardless.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

What do you mean by that?