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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]

{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?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

It isn't important. And given that you're another species, it would be foolisht o risk it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But...What is it? I'm curious.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

We have medication which could help you deal with the loss.

[that should never be prescribed like this ever, BAD CRANE, BAD! THE NARRATOR DOES NOT APPROVE OF THESE HABITS!]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She looks up to him without emotion for a moment, but then it all seems to flood out}

So then give it to me! I don't care! I can't just forget Sam, but I can't bear it without him either! No one---No one can be what Sam was for me, and I don't think that I can just continue to live the same way...It's not the same. Sam is...was...the most precious person in the world. It's not fair that he's gone, that he left me, that he never said that he loved me, but...

Ne, if it'll make it go away, even for a little while, that will be better than this.