035 -- [audio, age virus]

[mistressofdoma]

[ When the speaker comes on, it's obvious she sounds younger and quite possibly deranged. ]

Heheheh... no blood? Why is there no blood? Heheh...

I suppose what father--no, no, no...he is no father to me! He's a coward! Sending me away instead of helping me! Death! Death upon that man! A thousand deaths upon that vile soul! [ Cut to more insane

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[fairytaleweaver]

Resa ..?

[mistressofdoma]

Hmmm? Are you new here?

[fairytaleweaver]

Resa, it's me! It's .. I-It's me, Estelle!

[mistressofdoma]

I do not remember an Estelle, I do not remember an Estelle existing. Of course, no one remembers a thing when it comes to being pushed and pushed and pushed.

[fairytaleweaver]

But ... b-but we ...

We ... live together. Remember? Don't you remember?

[urge. to hug. rising.]

[mistressofdoma]

Why are you doing this?

Then again... no one cares. No one cares at all. They'll let me rot, they'll let me suffer...heheh...

[fairytaleweaver]

That's not true! Don't say that, Resa, there are people who care about you!!

[and now she's going to lunge forward and take the girl into a hug, petting her hair a little.]

I care, Resa ...

[mistressofdoma]

[ She's taken into a hug and at first doesn't know how to react. But after a moment, she snarls and shoves Estelle off. ]

Liar! Stop lying!

[fairytaleweaver]

[she's nothing short of shocked. Resa had never acted like this around her ...]

Resa ... Resa, I'm not lying!

[mistressofdoma]

I said stop lying! Stop lying, stop lying, stop lying!

[ She shoves some stuff off the table, looking positively insane. ]

[fairytaleweaver]

[she's trying to remain calm] Resa, please, don't ... don't say that, I'm not lying ...

[tries to move toward her again]

I would never lie to you.

[mistressofdoma]

[ Is that a sharp object? She picks it up, balancing it methodically on her fingers. ]

Life is a precious thing, isn't it?

[fairytaleweaver]

[she freezes for a second, but manages a smile. she's hoping Resa won't do what she thinks she might do with that sharp object there ...]

It is. Life is very precious. Your life, my life, the lives of those we love, and even those we don't know.

[mistressofdoma]

[ She keeps on methodically balancing the object between her fingers, cutting them just a bit, but doesn't recognize she's in pain. ]

What would you do if I decided to take my life? Would you restrain me or forcefully make me lucid?

[fairytaleweaver]

I wouldn't let you. I couldn't let you take your own life.

[she sees she's hurt herself, whether she realizes it or not, and gasps a little, moving forward to try and take a gentle hold of her arm, closing her eyes and healing her without a second thought.

even such a minor injury worried her. she didn't ever want to see Resa hurt. she didn't want to see anyone she cared about hurt.]

[mistressofdoma]

If I asked you to join me in hell, would you?

[ Resa blinks at the healing, feeling minimally comforted by it, but doesn't want to be pitied, so she squeezes the object in her hand enough to make her bleed. ]