Heather Mason (
foolishwren) wrote2014-07-26 12:18 pm
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<ginko>
remember when we got the meatball sub things and threw sauce at each other? sorry that's the best i've got right now but
i had to, alright? i couldn't just let rin get killed, i had to do something.
[Not that it did much good, in the end. But he's still sure that the problem there isn't that he died so much as that he failed to protect Rin, and as much as he... sort of understands why so many other people seem so upset about this, he really doesn't think they need to be.
it's alright, heather, i'm fine now.
[Besides distinctly remembering having his body ripped open while he was still alive and conscious. But she doesn't need to know about that.]
<avianavenger>
you died youre not fine
ive died enough times to know that no one comes back FINE
<ginko>
i'm not the one you should be worried about alright, rin was supposed to get away, i knew what i was getting into i wasn't expecting to walk away to begin with
it doesn't matter
wait
when did you die
<avianavenger>
thats not important
u dying, thats whats important
im mad at you
dont ever do that again!!!
<ginko>
im sorry but i dont know how to guarantee that
<avianavenger>
no its not
what happened to you is HERE
nothingfrom home matters
were here now
HERE matters
<ginko>
look this isnt something you need to worry about
just
it doesnt matter
<avianavenger>
it matters to ME!!
<ginko>
i mean im
im back its over please you shouldn't be
theres no reason to be upset over me
<avianavenger>
would you be saying the same thing if i died here
or rin
or henry??????
<ginko>
that's different
<avianavenger>
HOW?
<ginko>
<avianavenger>
DEATH IS DEATH
OF COURSE ITS THE SAME SITUATION
<ginko>
[He can't keep this up. He can't dodge around the subject forever, he's already been over all this before and he's tired and if avoiding saying it outright isn't working, he'd better just get to the point.]
look
if it comes down to my life or one of yours
any of you dying matters more, that's really the only way to put it
what happens to me happens and it might not be ideal
but it's not the same at all
that's just how it is
<avianavenger>
WHY
WHY DO YOU SOMEHOW MATTER LESS
CAN YOU TELL ME THAT
<ginko>
i've always known it, and accepted it. there's no point trying to act like it's not true.
<avianavenger>
THAT'S FUCKING STUPID ARE YOU EVEN READING WHAT YOU'RE WRITING
<ginko>
you really don't need to be wasting your time arguing about this.
<avianavenger>
why did you even contact me if you were going to tell me not to waste time on you??
WHY DO YOU EVEN TALK TO ME AT ALL
WHY ARE YOU SO CONVINCED YOU DON'T MATTER????
<ginko>
the entire point of this wa s so that you wouldnt worry its not that i don't want to talk to you
i know i don't alright it's not something i can jsut explain i knowi'm
[And then he just doesn't reply for a while.]
<avianavenger>
HOW IS YOU TELLING ME THAT YOUR LIFE IS WORTH LESS THAN EVERYONE ELSES SUPPOSED TO STOP ME FROM WORRYING????????
GINKO
[When he fails to respond after forty-five minutes or so, she makes up her mind. Her presence in the Okumura brothers' apartment is erratic and never really set to any schedule, but she's still there often enough that she can zip over without announcing herself mostly without any awkwardness.]
[And it's only a hop, skip, and a jump to finding out where Ginko is staying from there.]
[Needless to say, he probably should have expected a dark-feathered figure tapping angrily at the windows eventually.]
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He's not visible from the window at first, sitting on the floor amd hidden from view by the crappy, mysteriously stained (is that blood on the headboard? It's definitely blood) bed. His network device is sitting, closed, on top of the sheet.
After a moment of considering just not answering, and then deciding that that would be going a little too far, he pushes himself to his feet, glancing at the window only long enough to determine that it is who he thinks it is. He trudges to the door and finally swings it open.]
What is it.
[It isn't really a question, because he knows why she's there. He just stands there and waits, fiddling with a half-spent one of his weird cigarettes with one hand and making no effort to mask the exhaustion saturating his voice.]
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[Her feathers are still wind-ruffled, and she doesn't bother smoothing them down. They'll probably only stand up in anger again anyway.]
You know what.
You gonna let me in or just stand there, huh?
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Whatever you're planning on saying, go ahead.
[He sure hopes she isn't planning on trying to change his mind, but, given how every single other conversation on this subject has gone, he wouldn't be surprised.]
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