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[indispensible]

James Stark is in a coma.

[She sounds completely unmoved by this. Entirely. (She shouldn't have used his first name. He'd be upset.)]

[She almost hangs up, then:]

Does anyone want to spar?

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. . . What do you do? When this happens. How do you . . .

[Not go crazy. Not feel guilty.]

What do you do?

open spam } CES

[For anyone who wants to spar, Vin will be in the CES, having Clifford throw large objects into the air for her to fling coins at and shatter out of recognition. The air is full of falling ash, mist curling under her feet, but the trees and the land are green. She doesn't know what to make of it, and therefore doesn't think about it.]

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[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[She hates the sound of Scaladriel, she hated the sound of Westeros when Tyrion was here to tell her about it, and she knows that in comparison, Camelot is a beautiful, safe haven. But not for her, and that makes her stomach twist.]

I'm always angry.

[Her mouth curves slightly, but she shakes her head.] I'm-- [She can't shape her mouth around jealous, and tries again.]

I wish someone had made me a weapon sooner.

[But she's not even certain that is true.]

[Spam]

[indispensible]

[Vin's lips thin. Not a smile, not a frown. Just a shape that's not any other shape. She doesn't look away, though.]

Did you feel alive before you were a weapon?

[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

Yes.

[Her throat goes tight after the word spills out, all unplanned. It's true, but not completely.]

Before I felt trapped.

[Spam]

[indispensible]

Would you go back there? Back to not knowing.

[To ignorance.]

[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

No.

[Her tone isn't so certain, though. Her body language says maybe. Part of her wants to say yes. She shakes her head.]

Not every memory I have of ignorance is blissful. There was still ugliness in the world. I just wasn't as affected by it.