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indispensible) wrote2014-11-14 01:06 pm
indispensible) wrote2014-11-14 01:06 pm
fifteen. video. i'm building an empire & now i'm never gonna look back.
[Vin was a silent, solitary, curious presence in Amsterdam for the last few days, walking alone through the busiest streets and emptiest neighborhoods. She found she wasn't afraid of crowds anymore during this time, that any residual discomfort she had about masses of people had evaporated when Stark graduated. People are only people, she thinks; they can do ugly things, terrible things, but they are generally comprehensible, no longer something strange that she feels poorly equipped to decipher.]
[The trouble with Amsterdam, though, was that it wasn't home. She found herself thinking (while navigating public transit, then just giving up and walking) of what Spook told her during the glitch, of what he showed her, of Elendel growing, of how she could tend it like the flowers in Zane's garden. Of how it could become a wonder.]
[She wants to become with it. In the end, it's actually a very easy decision.]
[She broadcasts video, one dog at either side of her, the glass butterfly on her shoulder. They'll be coming with her, of course; almost everything else will stay here. She's calm when she speaks, composed, although still clearly unused to too much speaking to too many people.]
I'm leaving.
The reason I came here to the Barge - made a deal with the Admiral - was for my husband. His name is Elend. He died with me, before, and now he'll be alive with me again. Our world that was was a dark place, a decaying place, and now it's growing.
I'm not afraid of what it's capable of becoming anymore. And he's there. That's why I'm going back. I think . . . it might be a good place for wardens to come sometimes, to breathe. I think you'd be welcome there.
I need - if it's possible, for someone to save a message for me. For Nathan Wuornos. Please.
. . . I have weapons that I want to give away. Knives and daggers, metal and glass - I'm keeping the ceramic ones, Zane - and I'll be around for the afternoon, so if anyone wants them, or wants them but needs a lesson. I'll be here. And then I'll go.
That's all. Thank you.
Goodbye.
private; ben
Ben,
I had to leave. I hope you understand. Sometimes it's time for things to happen, and it was time for this to happen.
I want you to know I'll be gone for a while. But sometime, if you want, you should come to Elendel. I'll be alive again, so I can show you our dances, and you can meet people if you want to, or I can just show you the rooftops if you want that instead.
Goodbye. You're very brave. It was good to know you.
- Vin.
[The trouble with Amsterdam, though, was that it wasn't home. She found herself thinking (while navigating public transit, then just giving up and walking) of what Spook told her during the glitch, of what he showed her, of Elendel growing, of how she could tend it like the flowers in Zane's garden. Of how it could become a wonder.]
[She wants to become with it. In the end, it's actually a very easy decision.]
[She broadcasts video, one dog at either side of her, the glass butterfly on her shoulder. They'll be coming with her, of course; almost everything else will stay here. She's calm when she speaks, composed, although still clearly unused to too much speaking to too many people.]
I'm leaving.
The reason I came here to the Barge - made a deal with the Admiral - was for my husband. His name is Elend. He died with me, before, and now he'll be alive with me again. Our world that was was a dark place, a decaying place, and now it's growing.
I'm not afraid of what it's capable of becoming anymore. And he's there. That's why I'm going back. I think . . . it might be a good place for wardens to come sometimes, to breathe. I think you'd be welcome there.
I need - if it's possible, for someone to save a message for me. For Nathan Wuornos. Please.
. . . I have weapons that I want to give away. Knives and daggers, metal and glass - I'm keeping the ceramic ones, Zane - and I'll be around for the afternoon, so if anyone wants them, or wants them but needs a lesson. I'll be here. And then I'll go.
That's all. Thank you.
Goodbye.
private; ben
Ben,
I had to leave. I hope you understand. Sometimes it's time for things to happen, and it was time for this to happen.
I want you to know I'll be gone for a while. But sometime, if you want, you should come to Elendel. I'll be alive again, so I can show you our dances, and you can meet people if you want to, or I can just show you the rooftops if you want that instead.
Goodbye. You're very brave. It was good to know you.
- Vin.
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I've never been in here. [Stating the obvious, a touch reproachfully; but really she understands. It's like being naked.]
[Spam]
No one has.
This was one of the safehouses in Ceneria city. Baron Stern had a room at Count Drake's manor. But I guess this is mine, now.
[He shrugs and then walks over to a table near the center of the small room. There's barely any furniture to be seen. A desk, a bed stuffed with straw, a chest in the corner, and a training dummy that's been torn apart and sewn back together countless times. Everything is neat and impeccably tidy.]
You can just put any of the weapons on the table, if you want.
[He pauses, thinking to say something more and then shakes his head against it.]
[Spam]
[And it's not like she wouldn't be angry if the tables were turned.]
[Slowly, she moves toward the table and places three knives on it, all good modern steel, then backs away in silence.]
[Spam]
These are pretty nice. Thanks.
[He smiles, picks one up for weight and balance. As he puts it back on the table the smile flips to a frown.]
I know you have to go, I thought you would have a while ago. I guess it just feels sudden.
[He sighs. Feels sudden? What a terrible excuse. Somehow he's going to screw the one good bye he has up. He just knows it.]
I'll miss you.
[Spam]
[She holds onto her upper arms, hugging herself as though she's cold.]
I'll miss you, Kylar.
I'm - not sorry, only - I know it's sudden. That's the only way I can do it. I'm not good at - slow things. Graceful things. So this is how it is.
But you have to remember me. And now . . . now you have things to remember me by.
[Spam]
You know, I have nothing to give you in return.
[Spam]
That's not true. You gave me something already.
[Spam]
What? When?
[Spam]
You were my friend.
[Spam]
Oh.
So you think I'll forget you, but you're not going to forget me. Is that it?
[He raises his eyebrows at that one.]
[Spam]
It's easier to forget the important things when you're not free.
[Spam]
I don't forget my friends, Vin.
My memories will last a lot longer than these daggers will, I guarantee it.
[Spam]
They're very good daggers.
[She really is sorry, but she has to tease.]
[Spam]
That's not the point and you know it.
[Spam]
I'm sorry. I mean it.
I just don't know what else to do. How to say goodbye.
[Spam]
[Spam]
[In . . . hopefully a good way.]
[Spam]
I hope not.
But all right, then. No goodbyes. How do I find you when I visit?
[Spam]
[She touches her cheek, dismayed and a little embarrassed. She never told him.]
Everyone will know me. I'm - everyone knows me there.
[Spam]
[He shakes his head.]
You're some kind of legend, I take it?
[Spam]
They used to think I was a god. Or like a god.
I never was.
[Spam]
Well, that makes me feel better about our sparring attempts.
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