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[disingenuous]

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[disingenuous]

[ Oh. Oh, no. Roxana takes slow and measured steps towards Clarte, making sure her footsteps make sounds. ]

... Which way do you want to go?

[georeject]

[they look in her direction.]

... Roxana. [...] I don't know.

[disingenuous]

... If you want to be lost for a while, that's fine.

[ ... ]

I'm sorry, Clarte.

[georeject]

... Everyone is grieving right now. Meteion was well-loved, and—Garou had more friends than he thought he did.

[disingenuous]

Yes. Everyone is, and that includes you. You love her, and you are friends with him. You were close.

It's all right to focus on yourself today.

[georeject]

[...

they just. give her (or vaguely in her direction) a sort of helpless look like they don't even know how to do that or they'll just feel worse if they do.]

[disingenuous]

... I know you'll do as much as you can tomorrow, but sometimes, you should wallow in your feelings.

[ She considers for a moment whether she should ask what she does next. ]

May I have your hand?

[georeject]

[how much is that, though, if they might not be able to get their blindness cured for tomorrow.

they blink, but they hold out their hand in her direction.]

[disingenuous]

[ Listen, she wasn't the one who gave up their sight. Don't beat yourself up, Clarte.....

She carefully takes their hand. ]

Pick a place in remembrance or avoidance.

[ She isn't here to police how they want to spend this time. ]

[georeject]

[...]

The dojo, I suppose. Or the beach.

[disingenuous]

[ She will slowly take them to the beach, taking measured steps. She stumbles once along the way but quickly corrects herself like nothing happened. ]

We're at the beach.

[georeject]

[they gaze out in the direction of the sea, before turning to face roxana's direction again.]

... Are you all right, Roxana?

[disingenuous]

I am doing as well as anyone on Friday. I think I'm doing better than a number of you.

[ She didn't go on an adventure this week. ]

[georeject]

I didn't take you to be one who'd tolerate a moment of clumsiness.

[disingenuous]

... You are terrible at focusing on yourself.

[ THEY WON'T GET ANY OF THE VISUAL CUES from the weekly effect BECAUSE THEY GAVE UP THEIR SIGHT, but she sounds a little exasperated.

But I guess. I SUPPOSE. Because she has been walking next to them, leading them by the hand, and because they don't have their sight that maybe they could've noticed her breathing was a little unsteady when she had her moment of clumsiness.

And if she wants them to acknowledge their feelings, perhaps she should be five percent less of a hypocrite. ]

.... I've been feeling a little faint, but I'm sure it'll go away soon.

[georeject]

[well. immediate concern?]

... Have you? Did it start today?

[disingenuous]

It's hard to say when it started, but it's not something I'm unused to.

[ ... ]

Please worry more about yourself, Clarte.

[georeject]

[well, they think back to what they've seen before, and...]

... Are you ill, Roxana?

[as they completely ignore her last comment.]

[disingenuous]

[ There's a long enough pause. ]

Does it make you feel better to worry about others first?

[georeject]

[they tilt their head.]

... I'd much rather have nothing to worry about when it comes to others, although unfortunately the world isn't so kind.

[disingenuous]

[ That makes her laugh a little. ]

That's a nice answer. Thank you, Clarte.

[georeject]

You're welcome, I think...

[even if roxana definitely avoided answering their question.]

[disingenuous]

[ says clarte, who ignored her comment on worrying for themself. ]

I think it's a small relief that you can still say something like this.

[georeject]

[it's fine.]

I don't feel like I'm the sort of person who changes much.

[disingenuous]

[ yes, roxana is fine, too. ]

It doesn't mean you can't, and it doesn't mean you can ignore me when I say that I want you to think of yourself.