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[palissant]

[No response can be gained via comms. He isn't interested in making himself available that way.

If you want him, come find him.]

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[palissant]

His expression pinches slightly. Here's where he could lie, but he doesn't.

"You are."

[escapeartiste]

She nods, defeated. There's a rasped sigh while she wrestles with some thoughts.

What can I do?

What do you want me to do?

[palissant]

"Nothing you can or will do. There's no point in you asking."

She already knows what he wants. He already knows she won't do it.

[escapeartiste]

She is finally going to put her foot down, just a little.

Stop answering for me.

I said I would try and I will. So just

tell me. Please.

[palissant]

"Let me go."

Simple as that. He has no intentions of living when this is done, if he ever gets out of here. He wants the canvas destroyed, he wants his existence to be over.

That's all he wants.

And he doesn't believe for a moment that Maelle will allow it, if she can help it.

[escapeartiste]

She frowns until she starts crying and it takes a decent length of time for her to attempt typing. She did, in fact, know what the answer would be but she still needed to hear it for herself. Again.

I don't want to. You know I don't want to.

But okay, I'll try.

She wipes at her eye with her sleeve so she can type a bit more.

It's just

How?

We're both here.

I don't want to ignore you when we're both here.

[palissant]

"That isn't what it means, and you know it."

And though he's sure she thinks she's being sincere he doesn't believe her. Not a word. He doesn't make a move to give any comfort while she's crying - he doesn't even have tissues to offer. Instead, he just sits down, and waits.

"But you're going to have to figure that out for yourself."

[escapeartiste]

There's a quiet sniffle as she looks down at her device, thumb rubbing at the side of it. She gives a very slow nod in understanding. It takes her time to type again.

I'm sorry, Verso.

I just wanted us to be happy but

I messed that up and

hurt you instead.

I'm truly sorry. If I

If this makes you happy then I'll do it.

And once more for good measure.

I'm sorry.

She'll offer that much and then turn to head back to the door to leave.

[palissant]

"I was broken in ways you could never fix long before you knew me."

She just made it so much worse. One of his hands curls tight around the arm of the chair, his knuckles whitening. The apologies are like ice through his veins. He wants to believe she means it, but he can't.

And he won't be happy, he'll just be gone. And that's fine.

[escapeartiste]

That hurts to hear and she glances back, saddened with pity, and then she leaves.