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nine. audio & spam. i've walked around broken.

spam } barge, day 1

[Vin wonders if Alpha is gone as a judgment on her. Maybe. She deserves to be judged. She knows this, because she feels as though a part of her heart has been carved out and left on the other side of the door.]

[Nathan is gone. She goes through her days avoiding the people she has harmed, her eyes glued to some imaginary horizon. There are no horizons here. No sun. Hardly any air to speak of.]

[Everything is dying. It reminds her of home. Except for the stars, which she stares at for too long on the deck, until they leave bright spots on her vision.]

public } voice, day 1

[She sounds contemplative, if a little flat. She isn't sure what she wants out of this; then again, she isn't sure what she wants out of anything, right now.

Wouldn't it be easier if we let the ship die?

It would be better. None of you would have to fight anymore. You can't possibly want to anymore.

private } marsh

Is it . . . very bad? Today?

[By it, she means everything. The weight of existence in this place, at this time.]

spam } port, remainder

[It's tempting to trail after people like Ned. But she doesn't. Breathing free air - free-ish, free enough - inspires her in a way she didn't think she could be inspired anymore, and she strikes off on her own into the settlement. Does not think she's pursued; doesn't listen too carefully. There's a large part of her that still doesn't care.]

[But she listens to the people around her talk of invasion, of medicines she doesn't understand, of technology she can't comprehend - and of weapons.]

[On the second day, she trades several hours of menial labor for a weapon, a small, short-bladed knife. Metal - not what she wanted, but the best she can get. And after she puts it in her back pocket, she walks around differently. With a touch of purpose, instantly noticeable, along with the unsteady and distant half-smile flitting across her lips.]

[Maybe she wants revenge, for the people she's hurt and for Nathan, too. Maybe she is simply pleased to finally be moving.]

( ooc; vin is affected for the desperate to deliver plot! )

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[After several minutes - maybe ten, maybe thirty - he eventually does answer. However briefly.]

No. Not today.

[It is not very bad, today. His warden is - very strange, and certainly callous. But not to him. They understand each other, almost. And Marsh is simply telling himself, very firmly, that Nathan is free, somewhere else, that this is as it should be, that this is what he fought for.

His voice is not gentle, but neither it is it cold.]

[Stark doesn't like the tone of voice she's taking. Or what she's saying.]

Hey, you do not get to lay down like this. Don't you fucking dare do this to me right now, Vin.

Can it die?

[He's pretty much out, now, which would be funnier if it were anywhere but here. It's easier in many ways. It only took a couple hours and his patience wouldn't have let it last much longer than that anyway.

He prefers it this way even though it's more dangerous, in some ways. In more ways, though, he was in danger no matter what he did. He's human, and an inmate, and now he's displaced. But he's also armed. So now, he spends his time locating his people, and deciding whether or not they're still his people.

She's different than he remembers her, from before. She'd never been overtly cruel, of course, and maybe that's what this is, but he's been watching her and she's different. Which is why, eventually, he moves up beside her to stare at the stars and, after a long few seconds worth of silence, offers:]

Hello, sweetheart.

[She goes to find Vin after her post to the network. Stop fighting? That isn't the Vin she knows. That is diametrically opposed to the Vin she knows. Riding on Nymeria's back, she holds fistfuls of fur to keep steady, bare feet dangling down on either side. The direwolf still has blood on her muzzle, and Arya has bound the cut on her hand to hide the fact that the blood is her own: she doesn't want anyone who might notice them to think something is off.

On the deck, she stays in the shadows, sliding down from Nymeria's back. She approaches from the side, looking around for anyone who might be watching.]

Vin.

[That is all. She doesn't say it as a question, she doesn't yell it. Come back. This is all a show, and when it's over, it will be just them.]

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