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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

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Ahh, it's a flavored drink, a powder mixed with water. Some of the flavors are colored red.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Wine is a better way to put it anyways.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

It has a very different connotation.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I like it more.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Any particular reason why?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Joel's chateau, it got turned into a winery. There a grapes growing there now, and they make a really wonderful wine from it.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I assume you've had that drink. There would be symbolic weight to it.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It's the most delicious in the whole world.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

La vengeance se mange très-bien froide, is it?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Like ice.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Hm...

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

...What is it, doctor?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

As your therapist, I might have something to say about that. But today is not a day for that.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It's not. I refuse to feel any regret for killing Joel, so you might as well forget that.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Regret isn't my concern.

More---wine?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then what is?

{She pauses uncertainly, then her inner Sam decides to chime in}

Whose is it, anyways?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Your physical and mental health.

Micheal Reaves's and Steven-Elliot Altman's.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Those names mean nothing to her, so she holds out the glass}

...And that's just because you're my psychiatrist?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

[pours her more]

At Arkham, it might be. Here, I could leave you at any time. I stay and care by choice.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{And silence. She looks down to the glass for a while, then back up to him}

Why do you say things like that?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Like what?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

You stay and care by choice? What am I supposed to think about something like that?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Does what you're 'supposed' to think matter?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I...don't know. I thought that it did.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

You mustn't be afraid of what others think.