day 44

[inflori]

[ His voice, even in his head, is tired. Exhausted and extremely irritated, even, with the petulance of a mind not yet fully awake. Petre was pulled from his comatose state just as suddenly as he fell into it, the stress of a broodmate being ripped from him having lifted from his symbiote. Now it's ready to keep going, but it hasn't given Petre the same courtesy just yet. He'll get there eventually. ]

( Why do you have to be so loud? )

[ ... All of you, he means. Ugh. ]

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[erbier]

Hm.

[ What would Angel think of the pair of them. She'd understand, Ilde knows. Angel had always understood that survival was a treacherous game. ]

He lied to you, did he? That was not right of him.

[ She expects that's not the whole story at all, of all his particular sins being false was not one of Kylo Ren's favored. ]

[inflori]

Stop it. You're talking to me like I'm a fucking baby.

[ He knows that tone, that - whatever she's doing with the angle of her head. Just because he knows (thinks) it's happening now doesn't mean he's ever been able to detect it in the past. It's probably because he's so prickly. ]

Don't act like he didn't lie to you, too. That asshole even lied to himself.

[erbier]

I do not feel lied to.

[ The implication of a shrug. She finds so often that other hosts don't understand her feelings, her ability to juggle conflicting emotions without much strife. It was a skill hard-earned through years of hardship, she compartmentalized well, so long as she was able to keep her icy guards in place. ]

I always found him very earnest in all things, if... misguided.

[ She herself is misguided, so is Petre, so she says this without the implication that it is necessarily a detriment. ]

It was difficult, when he was first gone. He had always been there. But I am unburdened without him now. Our circumstances change our point of view.

[ There, does that make him feel more adult? ]

[inflori]

So how is that not lying to himself. [ Being earnest, but misguided. A dozen people would have the same thing to say about Petre, but here he is, blissfully unaware. ]

... But that's the thing. We keep changing. [ And it's a concept Petre had never thought about, not once since his creation under Diana's hands. His was a simple mind, and now, having collided with many others, and the circumstances that forced him to cooperate and cohabit with others - trustworthy and otherwise - it's slowly been morphing itself. Into something more, and probably something worse in the long run. ]