[ She's a living being named "Firefly", a name she took for herself, because her own creators never bothered with it. Just a series of letters and numbers- a weapon to be used until it was spent.
Certainly, she deserved more than being a weapon.
But somebody choosing her feels... strange. She doesn't know what to make of it, not letting herself dwell on the statement. ]
Why even do this experiment to begin with...? Why give us a choice if it was going to be like this?
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[Yves's side is a comforting place to be.]
I know I've said it before, but you're a very kind person. Still... I wish you wouldn't have to choose.
[She wishes better for him.]
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[ but he'll keep her tucked against his side for now, letting his fingers run through her hair as he lets his head rest against hers ]
Mm... I think you're a person worth choosing. And a person who also deserves more than what she's gotten with... any of this.
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Certainly, she deserved more than being a weapon.
But somebody choosing her feels... strange. She doesn't know what to make of it, not letting herself dwell on the statement. ]
Why even do this experiment to begin with...? Why give us a choice if it was going to be like this?
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I'm not sure. I'm afraid I've always been really bad at understanding gods.
But... at least we can be here together.
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A small noise of agreement.]
We have each other. That... Has to help, at least a little bit.
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I think so.
[ and he'll shift, going to open up the wine bottle now ]
And we do have wine, just to take some of the sting off.
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That helps a little bit too.
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My friends and I would always end tough days with a drink... It's a habit for me, I guess.
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[ a little smile ]
That might've been my fault, though.
[ hehe ]
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[Theoretically.]