it's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on

[didorothy]

[It really isn't much of a change, is it? DI Tyler looks a bit confused and out of place.]

[Not like we haven't seen this a hundred times before.]

...Right. What the Hell have I been doing for the last year?

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[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Nothing. I wanted to tell you first, is all.

[didorothy]

Why did you do it?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I...When you left, I didn't know what to do. I had been making friends with Dr. Crane before you left, but once you were gone...It turns out he was the worst person I could have made friends with. I can't really blame him, since it was my fault and I shouldn't have believed him.

{She looks down} I was always afraid that you would come back, too. Because I can't really explain it, and I know that you're disappointed in me. Ne, I'm disappointed too. Because I shouldn't have done anything. But I didn't think you would ever come back, either. I lost almost everything, and it was my own fault.

[didorothy]

How many people?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Enough to get sent to an insane asylum.

[didorothy]

Not exactly a measure of people, that. Tell me you didn't kill anyone breaking out.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Once, but not again. He was the last one. But that was...eight months ago, I think.

{She pauses, adding} But I took your suggestion. I moved to a little village in France and have a little house. I'm...Well, eventually I should be selling wine, but since my employer is a lot like Gene, he won't let me touch it, yet.

[didorothy]

[He draws further away from her.] Diva... I need space.

[He shakes his head, glances away - looks back up at her.] Why did you have to kill them?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Her hand lingers after him, but she pulls it back to her chest as she looks down.}

I...didn't. And I can't say anything without it sounding like an excuse. I tried to do the right thing, but ne, it went all wrong. I only just started to move on a little while ago.

[didorothy]

At least someone arrested you. Not that it matters.

[Sam really wants a chair to collapse into.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It does matter. I wouldn't have stayed in that place if I didn't feel like I...belonged there. It was too much like Joel's tower. If I hadn't had the Plane, it would have been...{She just trails off, sighing}

Ne, if Sam still wants to talk to me, can we do it somewhere else? I...Well, I brought the mansion here.

[didorothy]

I can't... I can't go to your place after what you've done. You know that, Diva.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Of...course. Then what should I--we do?

[didorothy]

['Get drunk please and thank you.'] Tell me what happened. Tell me everything.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{;D that sounds like an invitatio---no wait, serious, right.

Typing out how terrible Diva has been (yet at the same time, full of lovely ~*~character development~*~ so Sam is just a hater) is a lot. So she pauses for a while before she starts to tell him the events of the past year. She doesn't spare details, since she knows Sam would ask anyways, but it's hard for her to tell some things. She stumbles and hesitates at parts, like being in Arkham, or visiting Josef for help, but everything else is clear and detached. And once she's finished, she looks at Sam blankly, waiting for what she's sure will be disapproval. But she can't lie to Sam.}

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{you replied and messed me up for editing boooo. I changed my mind about one detail--Diva starts off trying to be cold and detached, but it doesn't last long. She gets quite emotional as she tells Sam about the last year. Every emotion she's felt is mirrored through her story, since she has gotten better at not distancing herself from the things she's done and experienced.}

[didorothy]

[Sam listens. Unlike Diva, he keeps his distance, though his is professional, not sociopathic. He has to take it in like a witness statement or a confession, not like something coming from a friend. He watches her the whole time. When she is done, he turns his head to the sky.]

Tough year.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{good to know that you're not a sociopath, Sam. But that is the most neutral response ever, so she frowns slightly}

More than a little. It's funny, though. You came back not long after I told you goodbye.

[didorothy]

You what?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I...told you goodbye. Well, in the only way that I could. I stood outside of your flat and---Now it sounds silly trying to explain it. It had been a year, so I gave up on you coming back. So I wanted to tell you, but I guess it was more for myself, that. After I did, I moved to Verzenay. I wasn't going to go visit Manchester anymore.

[didorothy]

[As he talks, he thinks of a question he doesn't want to ask.]

Diva. What would you do if I disappeared right now?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Her brow furrows and she stares at him before answering uncertainly,}

I...hope you're not planning on it. But I would hope that I can still stay to work with Monsieur Rousseaux. It's a lot simpler in Verzenay than I'm used to, but it's not bad.

Ne, I know it may seem like it, but it's not like I forgot everything you taught me, Sam. I just lost everyone I cared about at once. I didn't know...what to do. I waited for you to come back and make everything better for a long time, but I gave up on that once I was in Arkham. No one really cared that I was there, or they thought I deserved it, so I...had to do things on my own. I'm just not good at it, though.

[didorothy]

I know, Diva. I know and I hope for a better chance for you. But... but nothing can make killing all those people right. Nothing can give them back their lives.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{And now she looks back down at the floor of the Plane}

I know that.

{After a long silence,} Ah, but I think I should go. I'm not the only one who's missed Sam, after all, so I think there are a lot of people that want to say hello to you again.