[There's a soft rapping of his fingers against the metal where he knows Yin Yu is seated, the best he can do to acknowledge that break in composure. To have a loved one want nothing more than to die was not an unfamiliar position, one that he felt very bitterly about, even now. He knows that, if it had been Luke, he wouldn't be able to control his own fury.
He remembers how Luke had been after the trial. How empty he had looked. How agonized he became. He struggled to completely understand without taking offense. To see it reflected here, in a different fashion, in a man grieving for the guilt of a lived one...
It stirs something sour in him, something he doesn't want to dwell on.
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This leaves us in a bad position. Dimitri won't remember, and we don't know whether or not Flayn will be able to confess outside the limits of the trial.
There might not be anything we can do for the time being, other than let her know what we saw and try to communicate it to the others.
[ guy just echoes his own thoughts: they're all things he knows. there's nothing he can do, and that - that is the most unbelievably horrifying thing he can think of. he has to stand here, and watch. for the next week, he will have to stand here and watch while flayn falls to pieces.
again.
the helplessness of it all - to know that someone who has been nothing but good and kind to him is going to be suffering an unbelievable amount of pain hurts him worse than any wound could have. all he's tried to do his entire time in this damned camp is protect flayn, and this is.
...there is nothing that he can do. in dying, he may have kept from becoming a killer again, but now, he's left flayn so far behind.
he folds his hands and rests his forehead against them, and stays silent until guy speaks up at the end. yin yu has been trying to stay in calm, rational crisis mode all evening, and trying to think of a way to write flayn that would make it safely through their censors has been one of those things. will it be too late? by friday - how much worse can things possibly be? ] ...what?
and for the tiniest moment, the weight lifts. ] What?
[ it's mostly rhetorical, but it's like being shocked with a defibrillator, or, maybe in his terms, like getting a fresh jolt of qi to the meridians. it's - it's something.
he swings his legs over the side of the shelf and hops down to guy's with all of the grace he has, landing on a box and ducking so he doesn't hit his head. ] You - does it say when they'll be sent?
Right. [ yeah -- yeah. yeah. it's heartening. he stands there for a moment, processing all of the information, the surprised light starting to fade as he centers himself. does that mean something will happen this week so they won't be able to send them later? or was this luck? a blessing?
it doesn't matter. he'll seize the opportunity and use it to the best of his ability. ]
...If nothing else, we can plan for one each. [ yin yu says, a little more slowly, settling into business mode. with so many unknowns, there are too many places to start.
he takes a deep breath. ] We have to focus on how we can help the living.
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He remembers how Luke had been after the trial. How empty he had looked. How agonized he became. He struggled to completely understand without taking offense. To see it reflected here, in a different fashion, in a man grieving for the guilt of a lived one...
It stirs something sour in him, something he doesn't want to dwell on.
...]
This leaves us in a bad position. Dimitri won't remember, and we don't know whether or not Flayn will be able to confess outside the limits of the trial.
There might not be anything we can do for the time being, other than let her know what we saw and try to communicate it to the others.
That's why I came to find you.
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again.
the helplessness of it all - to know that someone who has been nothing but good and kind to him is going to be suffering an unbelievable amount of pain hurts him worse than any wound could have. all he's tried to do his entire time in this damned camp is protect flayn, and this is.
...there is nothing that he can do. in dying, he may have kept from becoming a killer again, but now, he's left flayn so far behind.
he folds his hands and rests his forehead against them, and stays silent until guy speaks up at the end. yin yu has been trying to stay in calm, rational crisis mode all evening, and trying to think of a way to write flayn that would make it safely through their censors has been one of those things. will it be too late? by friday - how much worse can things possibly be? ] ...what?
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[Maybe it was luck. Maybe someone was showing them mercy. Guy doesn't care. He's not the one with an urgent message to pass along.]
I don't know for how long, or how many. But we can send out more messages.
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and for the tiniest moment, the weight lifts. ] What?
[ it's mostly rhetorical, but it's like being shocked with a defibrillator, or, maybe in his terms, like getting a fresh jolt of qi to the meridians. it's - it's something.
he swings his legs over the side of the shelf and hops down to guy's with all of the grace he has, landing on a box and ducking so he doesn't hit his head. ] You - does it say when they'll be sent?
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He'll shake his head, slipping off his awkward spot underneath where he'd been speaking to get his footing back on the shelf proper.]
No, it doesn't. I can try to check with the directors, but it was more important that I found you first.
It can't be a coincidence. Maybe we can send something out earlier, maybe not. But we can't waste it.
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it doesn't matter. he'll seize the opportunity and use it to the best of his ability. ]
...If nothing else, we can plan for one each. [ yin yu says, a little more slowly, settling into business mode. with so many unknowns, there are too many places to start.
he takes a deep breath. ] We have to focus on how we can help the living.