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[You may not remember this woman since it has been a very long time since she visited the Plane. She is as ghostly and messy as ever but unlike last time, she's laughing. It sounds distant and muffled, as though she were laughing underwater.

The screens are around her again and she smiles as she shuts them off.] I told you. I told all of you. This is what happens when you play God. Good luck. [A pause.] Not really.

[Then she grins and with a last laugh, fades right into the Plane itself.]




((ooc: She will not be answering to anyone.))

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[didorothy]

She said... that I woke up. I went back to 2006. But it didn't feel real, so I... [smiles] took the definitive step. Jumped off a building, apparently. And I went back home.

...the implication here is that diva should jump off a building

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She looks worried and frowns. The ring is set aside as well, and Diva takes Sam's hand. With the non-bloody one, how courteous}

...Sam....Is that where you went? Or did she just...say that happened?

...maybe

[didorothy]

No. No, I don't... no, I don't think that's it. It's hard to remember some of it. Your mind might've cleared up, but mine's a mess.

But I believe her. The people here... I believe they're real. I'd do it to save them. I couldn't abandon them.

[He looks at her] All that time, even though I knew they weren't real, I couldn't take the risk that they weren't. They might have been real. That was enough. Anything else, I couldn't have lived with myself.

sam is even worse at therapy than crane

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I'm glad for that, at least. Ne, but...I'm sorry things aren't clear for Sam. I wish they were. And...

{She pauses, and just says quietly,} I'm just sorry in general, Sam.

Sam isn't certified ... in that sense, anyway

[didorothy]

So am I. [He doesn't let go of her hand.] Do you care about them? The people you killed. Or do you just care because it gets me angry?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It's both. I...wasn't sure, for a long time because I don't know what it feels like to care that much for s stranger. But I understood. I didn't spend much time in a courtroom at all, I think because they were all afraid of what I would--could do. But the families of the people, some of them were there, or they were outside.

Even if those people weren't real, it was enough. I understood a lot better after that, even if I wanted to ignore it because of how much it...hurt to realize that.

[didorothy]

[He hesitates, looking at their hands.] That's... something. [He can't quite say it's 'good,' not with everything she has done. But it's more than nothing. It's progress.]

I can't just be okay with it, Diva. You know that.

[And he does expect her to know that - it's an understanding which, he hopes, he cultivated in her and she has not yet forgotten. He doesn't want to be let down on that.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{But she looks right at Sam's face, searching for something in his features}

I do know that. It's why--even though I wished for it, I was scared of you coming back, too. But...{She squeezes Sam's hands lightly} I am glad that you're back. Just seeing your face, or holding your hands, I feel so much more...comfortable. I don't think I could say happy, since that really wouldn't be the truth, but I feel relieved.

[didorothy]

[so quietly] You're important to me. But...

[But it has always torn him to be this close to someone who has killed and killed again.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She finishes it for him} But I failed you.

[didorothy]

Not me, Diva. Yourself.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She just looks down and doesn't say anything. Because what can you say to that, anyways?}

[didorothy]

[he looks down as well.] Anyway. We have to find a way back to the real world.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{She can't help but laugh a little bit} Well, based on what you just said, I should jump off a building to do that.

[didorothy]

[he looks up quickly] That isn't what I meant.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Warmly,} I know that, silly. I'm just teasing you a little.

Ne, you talk about going back to the "real world," but if it's a world that my Chevalier are still in, I'd rather go to yours. Or almost anyone's, really.

[didorothy]

[he pauses] That would be for the best. But it has to be somewhere real. You can't live your life out somewhere fake.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I guess we'll see if it comes to that! I'd rather not think about it now, to be honest.

[didorothy]

We can't not think about things any more. Look at what happened last time. We need to confront this head on.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then how--How do you think we could do that?

[didorothy]

No bloody clue. But I won't stop looking.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Smiles} I'm glad that part of Sam hasn't changed at all.

[didorothy]

[He ducks his head, forces back his smile.] I'll have to tell the Guv about it. Gut instinct tells me that isn't going to go well.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

I could help, if you would like. It seems odd, considering...what happened, but Gene and I get along a lot better now.

Well, I think so, at least.

[didorothy]

Was there an increase in insults and derogatory nicknames? [because that's how Sam measures how much Gene likes you]