pc catchall for ray (selfimmolates)

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[As he runs her way, there’s another split second where she hesitates. She doesn’t know how he died; she’s not sure if touching him would be welcome. Still, the look on his face, the way he’s calling her name, and the simple fact of where they are—

There’s barely another second before she steps forward to wrap her arms around him. Her voice is incredibly thick.]

I’m sorry. I’m, I’m so sorry, I heard you and I tried to come, but I couldn’t, and I...

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[zoe's concerns are unfounded, because he hugs her back without hesitation.]

I should've come to help you. I—damn it. [a beat, and then:] Who the hell was it?

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No. No, no, don’t say that, it wasn’t your fault.

[She runs a hand over his hair, gentle and (she hopes) soothing. After a few moments:]

Guy. You said - there were two?

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[hold on—]

What the hell? Guy? Why'd he go after you!?

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I don’t... know.

[She leans back slightly, taking a second to rub at her eyes.]

I should never have left the room, but I heard something explode, and I was worried something happened. When I ran out, he was there.

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... Goddamnit. And then he—

[well, they both. kind of now.]

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[She nods, and after another moment:]

You never should have had to hear that. I’m... Ray, I’m so sorry.

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[he shakes his head.]

You used the bracelet what it was meant for. Don't be sorry about that.

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I just wish that I could have...

[She wipes at her face for a second before cutting off and choosing a new topic. Quietly:]

Who did this to you?

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[...]

Catra and Entrapta. Don't tell anyone—if there's any way I can screw them over from here, I plan on it. One issue is they could have friends on this side who might interfere.

They got rid of me for being the "cleverest", so there's a decent chance they'll kill again. I need to make sure the living know, somehow.

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There was a mailbox when we came in, right...? Maybe we could ask Patience to send things to them.

[She bites her lip.]

We obviously couldn't just come right out and say it, but maybe some kind of code or hint.

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[he nods.]

I can think of a few ways to hint at it. The concern is if anything we send will make it there in time and intact.

... And, obviously, if they're smart enough to figure it out.

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I don't think they're that stupid.

[...]

Most of them, at least.

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I don't make it a point to rely on others' intelligence too much...

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Fair enough, but I feel like we don't have a choice...?

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[he sighs.]

Unfortunately.

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Well, if there's any kind of letter or information I can send along to help... You know I would.

[A beat, and then:]

Ray?

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Hm?

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I know you don't like hearing stuff like this, but I just...

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Even if it wasn't my fault, I'm... so fucking sorry. You deserved to make it through this so, so much.

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... What's done is done. I made my choices, and I don't regret them.

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Maybe, but...

[She hesitates for another moment.]

I think I can guess, but - what was your wish going to be?

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[...]

For my family's continued survival to be ensured.

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...You deserved that and more. That's all I'll say.

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You deserved your wish as well.

[though it might not be too late for her. merriment's not likely to wish, but love still has a chance.]

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...Connor deserved it, too.

[A small sigh.]