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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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[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.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But I am.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Even though so many will never change their minds or their prejudices?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter. So many don't matter. Only the ones that will...They matter.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

I wonder how many would have, given the chance.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

Just thinking about opportunities and second chances. I seem recall it once being said that murder is the ultimate crime; it takes not only all that a person has, but all that a person could ever have.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then I don't believe that.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

What do you believe to be the ultimate crime?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

No, I do believe that's...the worst, but it hasn't take everything, I don't think.

[handfulofstraw.livejournal.com]

What remains?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I still--I still have friends here. You, Eddie, Ikki, Remus, and other people.