tvk | Voice - The Wicked Witch returns, and slight canon-update! F/Z spoilers.

[For once, Sola-ui's voice is missing her usual harsh tones.]

-can't. Wretched thing-

[A voice in the background- "Hey, are you-".]

Get away from me! [...welp, there they are.] I do not require your assistance! [Her voice sounds almost frantic, and there is a rush of air. It sounds as if she is waving the phone angrily at someone. Once they're gone, there is a series of annoying beeps as she types a message one-handed. It is slow, painful work, but-

-yeah, she doesn't know that it's recording. Beep. Beeep. Beepbeep.Beep. Erase. Type. Mistype. Erase. And all the while, she is muttering complaints that seem a little out of place. It sounds as if she's exceedingly shaken. Then she notices the little symbol on the phone. It's calling.]

I... require three things. Firstly, what is the date? Secondly, I am enquiring as to the status of Kayneth Archibald El-Melloi.

[Nope, she can't stabilize her voice. There's a muffled noise, almost a whimper. Silence for a long moment. Just heavy breathing.]

...thirdly, I require the short-term loan of a long-sleeved coat or shirt. Style is irrelevant. I will repay the assistance when I can.

[She shuts the phone, expecting it to cut off, and lets it drop. She feels like a fool. She feels disfigured. Her pride is in tatters.

And worse-

-She doesn't know what happened. She let her guard down because of him. Let her obsession lower her will to fight and make her into a fool. And then, there was nothing but the faint memory of pain. And this.

What happened?]

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[OH COME THE FUCK ON PROSPERO]

[Great. Clearly his problems with women were not serious enough, now he had her to contend with. Wonderful.]

March 21st.

He's still here.

What happened?

[Oh god, no, not you. Not you. Nononono.]

You went to fight Caster.

[If he truly is from the end, then he will understand. She doesn't want to go into detail.]

...I'm sorry. I owe you that much.

I wish I could have been able to protect you.

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[It takes her for-fucking-ever to type this well even with both hands, let alone while being this shaky and frightened. I hope you feel grateful, Lancer.]

No. It was not your fault. I-

[Oh god it is so hard to say. But her pride will not let her back down now.]

I am to blame. But thank you.

Do you know who did this? I cannot remember.

Oh, him. He's here. Why are you yelling?

Mind your own business.

[....well holy shit. Maybe his problems wouldn't get much worse after all. Or maybe she was gearing up for an extra dose of crazy.]

The same person who along with Kayneth caused my death. But it matters very little, now. I would not wish for you to pursue revenge here.

You posted.

[Maybe both.]

I am in no shape for revenge right now.

Why do you say that?

I- didn't intend to.

Can you think of a reason I should not?

Hm. You were here before?

For some time. Why?

[This is a distraction, at least.]

Death.

Betrayal.

You are not incapabble of anger.

...no, I regret to say I am not. I hate Kayneth for what he did and I resent those who assisted with it.

But while I am capable of anger and hatred and while revenge is admittedly a tempting concept, I recognize it would serve no true purpose. A knight should neither deal in nor enable vengeance.

...I see.

I caused you pain too, knowing you would not retaliate. I'm sorry, Diarmuid.

[In a way, she is. It feels like the right thing to say. In this state, she's more aware of herself than she has been for a while. How much of this emotional turmoil is merely self-blame is hard to tell. How much is actually there, is equally hard. But she feels as if she has debased herself. Ruined herself. Her image, if nothing else.

This is an unclean feeling.]

...do you know how to get blood out of white clothing?

[That was weird and unexpected. In fact, this sounded almost nothing like Sola at all...but on second thought, he was somewhat grateful for that.]

[And having been asked a direct question, he couldn't just lie to avoid her.]

I can. Do you remember where my hotel room is?

[While he hesitated to give Sola of all people his location...at the moment, there seemed to be no harm in doing so.]

[...

what is happening

what is happening oh god]

It's the twenty first of March. Where are you?

Yes. I will go there.

...thank you.

[If it sounded strange, it was only the moment of weakness that allowed her to say it. In her usual state, her pride would not even allow her to consider that she had wronged him- him, of all people! But right then, she needed help.

...odd, the pain that the invitation brought. But when the knock at the door comes, he will find Sola leaning against the wall, the blood from her wound - now closed thanks to this place - staining her shirt. She evades his gaze, unsure whether its out of shame, embarassment or fear of what she'll see.]

Outside the hotel.

Kayneth. Please hurry.

[She doesn't want anyone else to see her in this condition.]

[He hesitated only a moment or two before opening the door, looking pale and generally like he'd been through a less than pleasant night.]

...please, come in. Are you hurt?

Aches. That is all. The wound seems to have closed off.

[She hesitates before gesturing to the stump that was her right arm. Sola herself is pale as death, looking as if she has just avoided being struck by a train. Awakening in this state was not a pleasant ordeal. She steps inside reluctantly, still avoiding his gaze - but not without noticing his looks.]

What of you? Are you-

...alright?

Are you in need of some assistance, Miss?

[Oh. It's you. He remembers you.]

[Trying to appear as disinterested as possible.]

People here tend to overreact to the sight of blood. I am fine.

[...she's not sure if it's a lie or not. Technically, she is fine. The wound has closed up. But that's only physical.]

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