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Who: Saguaro and youuu
When: Day 37, Mooorning
Where: Common area
What: hella questin!!

[so she is a tiny girl, and minus being covered in tattoos it's easy to overlook her, but she is probably pretty good at getting your attention when she holds her hand up in the air and a flamethrower shoots out.

she keeps that up for a few seconds just so some heads are turned and then lets it die out]

Okay so! I don't know most of you guys, but in Dellen's name I am looking to help out with some shit. I am good at basically anything involving fire except cooking, and I can manage just about anything that relies on common sense or bullheadedness. I don't really care what you want help with so hit me up so I can get a fucking toilet.

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The ones who killed themselves... those of the sea. But those of the forests, the fields, those of iron... our suffering doesn't end with our gods.

Noric, your suffering doesn't define you. Or them. You saw them on their last days, but you're already forgetting them at their best.

I hate him.

I know. [there's a deep sadness] I know.

I hate what he's done. I hate that he exploited my... my friends. My allies. When they'd suffered enough. I hate what happened to them... to our world. This world. I hate it here.

I. I hate these gods.

[nngh. His arms stay there]

You're alive. That's what matters.

I hate what I am.

Are you going to insult Ferramut in this manner?

Ferramut is dead.

Only if you let her memory rest. If you want everyone to forget her, then yes. She is finally dead.

[chokes, full of self loathing]

[murmurs]

We made a promise to remember. If some suffering comes with that, are you going to shirk that responsibility?

Responsibility...?

It is a responsibility. To uphold the past. To put aside our hates, in order to live and continue remembering.

......

[sobbing brokenly.]

[hugging him tightly, resting his head on Noric's back]

[it's a good few minutes of crying before he manages to hug him back.]

[soothing his hair back, quietly]

You didn't fail. You're here now, alive. You didn't fail.

How can you say that.

I say it because you're alive! I say it because I can see you again!

...what do you see in me?

[not asking out of self-hate; just a plain question]

[soothing his hair back]

You make me believe, Noric. In everything. In everyone. How can I not pay it back? You're so strong, balanced. You always pick yourself up.

I don't know how to, this time.

Then I'll help you until you can. I've done it before. I'll do it again.

[buries his face in Xavier's shoulder]

I'm sorry.