[the illusion fades from the cut skin - it looks and feels like wood, and yet strangely it's just as easy to cut and fold as normal skin
she remains quiet while dahlia speaks, her feelings a constant swirl of love and pain and love and despair and something darker beneath that doesn't quite surface]
...I do understand, I think. I wish I'd met you before coming to this place.
[there are tears in her eyes, but whether they're from pain or sadness is impossible to tell]
[ dahlia's thoughts just become static, loud and persistent. ]
If we'd met sooner, maybe neither of us would have been monsters.
[ she moves to start suturing the open blood vessels, humming a bit as she does. ]
Rot is incurable. Even if you reach in, scrape it all out - there's nothing anyone can do. The stain remains, one so persistent even the strongest solvent imaginable couldn't cleanse it. I hoped -- I hoped to change that - because the gods can, of course, when you die - and for that "hubris" I was cursed. All of us are just playthings for the bigger fish in the pond and there's always a bigger fish. So the most I can do is save what parts of humanity I am able to. And the most I can do for you is love you, because at least that'll make the stain fade.
[she can't really keep up with the words, she's too distracted by the pain and attempting to hold still and not scream - so all she really understands is that there's rot in her, there's a stain, she's dirty dirty disgusting filthy filth]
P-please...
[please take it out, she can't quite manage to say]
DAHLIA
Ah...
[the illusion fades from the cut skin - it looks and feels like wood, and yet strangely it's just as easy to cut and fold as normal skin
she remains quiet while dahlia speaks, her feelings a constant swirl of love and pain and love and despair and something darker beneath that doesn't quite surface]
...I do understand, I think. I wish I'd met you before coming to this place.
[there are tears in her eyes, but whether they're from pain or sadness is impossible to tell]
Re: DAHLIA
If we'd met sooner, maybe neither of us would have been monsters.
[ she moves to start suturing the open blood vessels, humming a bit as she does. ]
Rot is incurable. Even if you reach in, scrape it all out - there's nothing anyone can do. The stain remains, one so persistent even the strongest solvent imaginable couldn't cleanse it. I hoped -- I hoped to change that - because the gods can, of course, when you die - and for that "hubris" I was cursed. All of us are just playthings for the bigger fish in the pond and there's always a bigger fish. So the most I can do is save what parts of humanity I am able to. And the most I can do for you is love you, because at least that'll make the stain fade.
Re: DAHLIA
P-please...
[please take it out, she can't quite manage to say]