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@mamaauthoress well if we’re playing that game, then I’m the most merciful author here because I have spared Basil and Saskia such trauma by not giving them parents at all >:D

Anyways, lets get this interaction started!

Basil:

click.

hisss.

My vision reels, heart pounding to the familiar rhythm of the respirator.

click.

hisss.

She’s far away now, but I can still see her fists clenched at her sides.

breathe in.

breathe out.

click.

hisss.

The respirator hisses softly as a sigh passes over my lips.  I look away, resting my chin on my knees again.  The hard edges of the device are digging lines through the rough fabric, but I can hardly feel the pain.

click.

Why did I have to do that?  Ripping the respirator out of her hands like an ignorant child – no, like some sort of wild animal.  I squint, face burning under the cool metal.

She even had to remind me to thank her, after all the trouble she went through to give it to me.

I don’t blame her for being mad, but I wish she wasn’t.  She’s one of the few people I actually care about, maybe because she’s one of the few people who seems to care about me.

Do you love me, Skia?

I want to ask her, but I don’t know if I ever will.  I like to imagine she does.  I know it’s stupid to just imagine things like that.  But I don’t think it’s purely imagination.  It’s at least plausible.

Anyways, I’m never asking her because I don’t want to hear her say “no.”

I’ve imagined that, too.  It’s one of two outcomes, if I ever ask.  Actually, there’s a third one where she says “yes” out of pity for me, and that’s the worst.  I don’t even want to think about it, it’s so awful.

hisss.

The filtered air is so soft and cool.  It’s like balm on my sore lungs, but it almost tastes bitter.

Bitter like guilt.

Bitter like regret.

I’ll have to apologize again, later.  It’s all I can do.

click.

hisss.

I look up, suddenly aware off a man standing right by me.  He’s about my height, and strong, with wild red hair and sea green eyes.

Not that I know if a sea is green or not – I’ve never seen one before, and if it looks anything like the water in Spire, I don’t ever want to.

I tilt my head, squinting up at him with sudden concern.

I’m not worried about him hurting me.  I could easily take anyone in this room in a fight, and it would be over in seconds.  I just don’t want to hurt anyone, that’s all.  I really hope he’s come in peace, and I guess there’s only one way to find out.

“What do you want from me?”

Btw, what’s Ruan wearing?

And he’s quite tall, right?