lifetothefullest | [IC Inbox]

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Yeah.

[He should have backed off, shouldn't have let it get that far. Shouldn't have hurt her, because she doesn't have armor and almost counts as a civilian, no matter what she said. It's not fair.

The second part just gets a shrug. Ephemera doesn't want to argue. It was his fault, so what does it matter if he switched into combat mode and just went after her like a real enemy?]

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lifetothefullest

[He's not happy with that answer, but decides to continue addressing this after he gets the rest of the story.]

What happened with Washington?

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requiemshark

[Yeah. That.]

Had to make it right.

[Kyna didn't want a useless apology, so. Ephemera waves his right hand vaguely, with the two splint fingers.]

Shooting hand. I did that. He broke my ribs.

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lifetothefullest

And you two decided this was a good way of handling things, especially with everything else going on.

[There's too much in this to even get to right away, and he needs some extra time to sort it all out mentally, so the dry comment is pretty much all he can manage at the moment.]

Is it at least settled? Between the two of you, anyway.

[Because he notices there was nothing about Kyna in there, and that's an entirely separate problem.]

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requiemshark

[Ephemera just nods. He doesn't hear the sarcasm. It seemed like a good way to even things. Still does. Pain for pain. Better that then letting Washington hurt Drake.]

Think so.

[Until he fucks up again.]

It's done with Kyna, I think. I drew something for her.

[Ephemera nods to himself.]

She didn't want an apology. But she kept that.

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lifetothefullest

[Lance takes a moment to take a deep breath, trying to collect himself mentally and figure out how to handle this. It's all so out there and such a mess, especially considering everything else going on, that he's not even sure where to start; it doesn't help either that his instinctive, visceral reaction to all of this is a combination of anger, frustration, and horror that he has to fight against acting on.

But he's going to do what he can, both because he isn't ready to give up on Ephemera just yet and because even if he were, it's not like he can just refer him to someone else.]

Okay. Let's go through this in order.

[It's the only way he can think of to approach the entire mess, but first--]

You should sit down, though. Has someone looked at your ribs?

[He presumes so since his fingers are taken care of, but he wants to be sure. Lance had only allowed his own more visible injuries to be treated initially, and it's possible Ephemera has done the same.]

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requiemshark

I'm fine.

[He glances at Sweets briefly.]

Saw the medic and everything.

[It hurts and it won't heal quick like he wants, but that's the point.]

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lifetothefullest

That's good, but you should still sit down. How many ribs did you break?

[Because it'll give him a sense of how concerned he should be, and if he should watch for any worrying symptoms.]

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requiemshark

Three.

[Probably cracked some of the plates holding him together too. Ephemera doesn't think about those much. They won't be important until they fail.

He stares at the mural. Chorus burning. It never happened, but it could have.]

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lifetothefullest

That's enough to warrant sitting.

[He's not letting this go, both because he genuinely wants Ephemera to rest a bit and because it'll also give Lance reason to sit down too.]

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requiemshark

[Ephemera glances at Sweets. It seems important to him. So he nods. Sits down carefully at the kitchen table.]

Sorry about the mess.

[There are paints and paint stains everywhere.]

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lifetothefullest

[Okay, good, one thing done; Lance takes a chair across from him, glancing briefly at the indicated mess and then back at Ephemera.]

It's fine.

[He means it; paint is the least of his concerns right now.]

Lets start with what happened with Kyna. Can you tell me in more detail how the argument and fight occurred?

[He not only wants to know exactly how it went down, but he wants to hear how Ephemera describes it.]

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requiemshark

[Ephemera prods two of the paint tubes until they're lined up, just for something to focus on. It doesn't help much.]

Does it matter? I fucked up. She said shit and I let it get to me.

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lifetothefullest

I wouldn't be asking you if it didn't matter.

[He's being as patient as he can manage at the moment, which isn't all that patient, so he's really not interested in being second-guessed.]

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requiemshark

[Ephemera doesn't look at Sweets. Gives the paints another prod.]

Wasn't looking for her. She just showed up. Said I was ruining the vibe, or something. I told her to fuck off.

[He tightens his jaw.]

She said he was better than me. Washington. Then she called me a liar. Said some things about Drake. I got mad.

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lifetothefullest

[Lance is still struggling to shift into professional mode, so he frowns in reaction to that half-explanation. Striking out, so far.]

And then?

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requiemshark

[Ephemera keeps his eyes down. He doesn't want to talk about this.]

I told her what she could do with her shitty taste. Went wrong, after that.

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lifetothefullest

What caused it to go wrong, and how did it do so?

[He already knows the answer for the most part, but again it's about how Ephemera says it.]

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requiemshark

[Ephemera tightens his mouth. Breathes.]

She got me in the face. I didn't have my helmet on. Couldn't see.

[It's not an excuse. It actually makes things worse, like Washington said.]

Reflex. Thought I had to put her down.

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lifetothefullest

You skipped something.

[He's growing even less impressed with the answers as they go on, which is saying something. But he's working on keeping that out of his tone, so although the comment is stated firmly it doesn't hold any accusation; that's about all he can manage at the moment.]

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requiemshark

[Ephemera glances up briefly.]

What? What did I skip?

[For better or worse, it's a genuine question.]

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lifetothefullest

You skipped immediately from arguing to her attacking you. Something happened between those events.

[He knows this for sure because Ephemera already told him earlier, but not in this more detailed retelling.]

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requiemshark

I--oh.

[He did, didn't he? Ephemera thins his mouth. Is this what he's doing now? Forgetting things when it becomes convenient?

Suck it up. Do your job.]

I grabbed her. Was gonna throw her in the dumpster.

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lifetothefullest

[Alright, better, but Lance doesn't like that he completely skipped it at first. Still, he'll just keep that in mind for the moment, and nods at Ephemera to go ahead and continue the story.]

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requiemshark

[That's the end, isn't it? He grabbed her, she retaliated, he reacted to the retaliation. Ephemera gives the paints another prod.]

I got her in the ribs. She hit me with something when she went down, I don't know what it was.

[Magic. It doesn't matter. It hadn't slowed him down.]

Felt her ribs go, when I hit her. She was cursing her head off, but she could still breathe okay. Told her to go see a medic.