pc catchall for ray (selfimmolates)

[requiemed]

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week two, saturday.

[requiemed]

[After that mess of a trial... Some fresh air is even worth having to wear this horrible coat. She's trying to take a walk to clear her head, but when she happens to pass by the park in the East Wing, she glances Ray's way before she starts to walk in that direction.]

Hey there.

[selfimmolates]

[ray's sitting on the jungle gym, looking up at the sky, before he turns his attention to zoe.]

Hey.

[if nothing else, he seems the same as always.]

[requiemed]

[She glances next to where he's sitting.]

Mind if I take a seat?

[selfimmolates]

Not like I own this thing.

[requiemed]

It's called being polite, you know.

[But she takes a seat regardless.]

How are you feeling?

[selfimmolates]

[he shrugs.]

Fine. The trial was a disaster, but after that reveal about the culprits already being dead, this is probably the best outcome we could hope for.

[requiemed]

[After a few moments:]

Yeah. I guess so. I just...

[selfimmolates]

Still leaves a bad taste in your mouth, huh?

[requiemed]

[There's a pause, then a bitter laugh.]

You remember what you said about how you were surprised about how they brought me here, because I was too normal? Maybe you were right.

[selfimmolates]

[he's quiet for a moment.]

Love called you brave, you know.

[requiemed]

[For a second, it looks like that struck a chord with her - but it's hard to tell whether that's good or bad.]

...A lot of people mistake bravery for how you act when you don't have any other choice but to keep going.

[selfimmolates]

Giving up is always an option.

[requiemed]

[For a moment, she looks like she very much wants to say something to that, but... In the end, she just exhales slowly.]

You're right, sorry. Never mind, I'm just... stressed, I guess. We all are.

[selfimmolates]

Nine hours of people yelling at each other will do that, usually.

[requiemed]

[Muttered:]

People are stupid. If we waste time on one more curse next week, I'm going to scream.

[selfimmolates]

We're definitely going to waste time on a curse next week.

[requiemed]

[The loudest sigh, but then:]

...Can I ask what power you picked?

[selfimmolates]

[he's quiet for a long while, hints of reluctance flickering through his expression.]

Let me preface this with saying that I didn't use it this week.

[requiemed]

[She nods.]

Noted.

[selfimmolates]

... Hopelessly Devoted.

[he prays this won't be a mistake.]

[requiemed]

It's between you and me, promise.

[She's curious, though, even if she keeps her voice gentle.]

You didn't use it this week, but - have you used it before? You don't need to answer if you don't want to.

[selfimmolates]

Not yet. I've been saving it just... in case.

What's yours?

[requiemed]

Same as yours, but I'm trying to see if I change it. I don't think it's very useful.

[selfimmolates]

Depends on how you use it. I've decided to keep it in case I ever need it to defend myself on Thursday night.

[requiemed]

[A pause, and a small laugh follows.]

Yeah, I guess you would think to do that. [...] It's a good idea, even if I hope it doesn't come to that.