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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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[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.

Shhh. Don't be.

[manages to stop crying.]

[continues to soothe his hair back]

[it takes a little while more, but finally he pulls back, eyes red-rimmed.]

We... shouldn't be up here.

[chuckles dryly]

No. Ready to leave?

[nods, once, then pushes himself to his feet.]

[getting up as well]

[looks at the wall again.]

If we ever get the chance... would you come with me? Leave this place?

Of course.

[said without hesitation]

...okay.