Somewhere in the middle, I think. ...I don't remember it, Cass left me a recording talking about her time here. [ Which she's glad for; less unsettling, and a new video of her daughter to look at when -
Well, when being on the Barge reminds her too much of the Cassandra she lost, instead. ]
She didn't tell me everything. Just that Callisto seemed - lost, to her. Lost and hurting. [ And angry, but that part's obvious to anyone within a mile radius. ]
[ Her response is a shocked, exaggerated grimace - HOW DARE - before grinning and sipping her own cup. ]
Well. I've been...avoiding thinking about home very much, while I've been here. And then - well, there have been a couple of disappearances, and it's -
[ She shrugs, as that warm cheer fades entirely, leaving her looking grim and tired. ]
We only met once. But sometimes... [ Sometimes profound connections don't take long to form, and she closes her eyes a moment, lips thinning. She's angry that she didn't get a chance to really know him. Angry that he didn't get a chance to heal.
The the anger fades away, and she's just...sad. ]
He was ancient and brilliant and wounded. Shattered, I think, by something he'd lost. He promised to teach me whatever I wanted to learn, in return for never being his Warden because he didn't want me to waste my time.
Sometimes you can tell right away that somebody is your person.
[She says, taking a stab at finishing the thought. Tiffany attaches quickly, but those first meeting attachments are still rare and special, even for her.]
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Well, when being on the Barge reminds her too much of the Cassandra she lost, instead. ]
She didn't tell me everything. Just that Callisto seemed - lost, to her. Lost and hurting. [ And angry, but that part's obvious to anyone within a mile radius. ]
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[Definitely not an inaccurate assessment.]
She's strong too, though. I hope she saw that, too.
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[She takes another sip from her mug, then leans over and gives Barbara a light elbow in the ribs.]
Okay. Your turn.
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[ Her response is a shocked, exaggerated grimace - HOW DARE - before grinning and sipping her own cup. ]
Well. I've been...avoiding thinking about home very much, while I've been here. And then - well, there have been a couple of disappearances, and it's -
[ She shrugs, as that warm cheer fades entirely, leaving her looking grim and tired. ]
It isn't great. Feeling helpless again.
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Even I can't believe that I'm about to ask if you ever talked to Dracula.
[ But her amusement is raggedly bittersweet. ]
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The the anger fades away, and she's just...sad. ]
He was ancient and brilliant and wounded. Shattered, I think, by something he'd lost. He promised to teach me whatever I wanted to learn, in return for never being his Warden because he didn't want me to waste my time.
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[She says, taking a stab at finishing the thought. Tiffany attaches quickly, but those first meeting attachments are still rare and special, even for her.]
Lourdes was like that for me. Sariss, too.
What did you want to ask him to teach you first?