[honestly? she's probably just hiding in the library. somewhere quiet, on the floor among the shelves. it'll be much later, but. she's there. she's just staring at the wall, notebook open in her lap, pencil on the paper.
he's just a sunburst of emotions - anger and grief seem to take the cake, for the most part, but there's an underlying relief as he rounds the corner and finally finds beau. slowly, just the tiniest, tiniest bit of tension releases from his jaw, and he just makes his way over and sits down right next to her without any fuss or fanfare, dropping onto the ground.
his voice is gruffer than usual, rough around the edges - just, exhausted. ] ...here you are.
[her voice is low. hoarse. she doesn't look at him. just looks down at her notes. nothing, just that numb sort of feeling. like a car crash. like you haven't realized something's wrong yet.]
yeah this fucking sucks, doesn't it. he doesn't even have anything to say, for a minute - just reaches up and scrubs his hand over his face and through his hair, breathing in, and out. a loud, gusty exhale, nowhere near controlled. ]
Fuck. [ is what he says, finally, after a long pause, and tilts his head back against the books. like. what else do you even do. ] I fucking hate this place.
[ he says that so fast, his emotions swooping into anger and anxiety and concern all at once. something like heartbreak, too. ] No - hell no. This fucking place did it. You can't take that on your shoulders because you were trying to help.
Yeah, you punched her, [ he's not gonna deny that - his voice rises as she starts to spiral, sharpening ] after we egged it on, after we've used to it solve two other cases, and after she asked you to, Beau. She was desperate to say something, we could all - all of us could feel it.
How the fuck were you supposed to know that was going to happen?
I should've. [she says, dragging in an unsteady breath.] Of course she wasn't going to be able to say something.
I took Adora from Catra. [and she thinks about, like - if it was yasha. like, if beau had been standing there, seething, and yasha had died, right in front of her, for something that wasn't her fault, and it is overwhelming how bad that makes her feel. she drags in another unsteady breath, but this one feels more like she can't get any air at all.]
Adora didn't even - she's never even... and Otome's been a killer this whole time.
[ bad. he knows what panic feels like, with an unfortunate sort of clarity - ichiro's not yin yu great at keeping that shit together, because all he is is angry (that's all he's ever really been - your first reaction was violence, and that tells me you have potential) but he's gonna try.
he grabs her hand away from her notebook, and wraps his around it, and squeezes it. ]
Stop. [ fiercely, quietly - it's pained, too, not just angry. almost a plead. ] You didn't take her. You didn't do anything but what any of us would've done, and you - should've doesn't do shit. We should've done a lot of things.
This is what this stupid fucking place wants. [ it wants them to be miserable, to hurt, to hate, to turn on each other, themselves. ] Why would it make people kill each other like that otherwise? You can't - you can't tell me you think she wanted to kill people. You know she didn't.
[she - at least, has some sort of way to handle it, these days. she's not the same kid she was. anger is not always her instinctive response anymore. sometimes it is. but. she's seen a lot more and dealt with a lot more, and she's way more equipped to take this and try and face it.
he takes her hand, and she drags in another breath, sharp and painful.]
No - no. I know. [because she does. she does know.] I know she didn't want to. Nobody wants to.
[breathe, she tells herself.]
She said - to save people. She said it was to save people, from this world.
[ he squeezes her hand. it's probably a little bit too tight, but it's helping ground him, too. helping push past the fury that was threatening to rise back up again, helping to keep him level headed.
nobody wants to. he agrees. ]
...and that answer was enough to get punishment. [ which means... it meant something.
what it means, he has no fucking idea. he's not sure if he has the emotional capacity to even try and think about it right now. it's a lot. ]
[ the fierceness returns with that, too. emphatic. he reaches over with his other hand and covers hers with that, too, cupping it. ] Yeah, fuck that. We're gonna bring her and the rest of em back, and give whoever the fuck runs this place an ass kicking.
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there's no emotion coming off her, right now.]
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he's just a sunburst of emotions - anger and grief seem to take the cake, for the most part, but there's an underlying relief as he rounds the corner and finally finds beau. slowly, just the tiniest, tiniest bit of tension releases from his jaw, and he just makes his way over and sits down right next to her without any fuss or fanfare, dropping onto the ground.
his voice is gruffer than usual, rough around the edges - just, exhausted. ] ...here you are.
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[her voice is low. hoarse. she doesn't look at him. just looks down at her notes. nothing, just that numb sort of feeling. like a car crash. like you haven't realized something's wrong yet.]
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yeah this fucking sucks, doesn't it. he doesn't even have anything to say, for a minute - just reaches up and scrubs his hand over his face and through his hair, breathing in, and out. a loud, gusty exhale, nowhere near controlled. ]
Fuck. [ is what he says, finally, after a long pause, and tilts his head back against the books. like. what else do you even do. ] I fucking hate this place.
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[she starts, and then frowns, dropping her pencil. she just stares down at her notes.]
... Did I kill Adora?
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[ he says that so fast, his emotions swooping into anger and anxiety and concern all at once. something like heartbreak, too. ] No - hell no. This fucking place did it. You can't take that on your shoulders because you were trying to help.
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she just watches her hand clench into a fist, over and over.]
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[ a little more intensely, like he's trying to make sure he has her attention - just, fiercely caring, aching with it. ] You didn't.
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So it's my fault.
[there's a spiral of guilt and betrayal there - otome, who she likes very much, and catra, who she has tried so hard with, and adora, who is dead.]
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How the fuck were you supposed to know that was going to happen?
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I took Adora from Catra. [and she thinks about, like - if it was yasha. like, if beau had been standing there, seething, and yasha had died, right in front of her, for something that wasn't her fault, and it is overwhelming how bad that makes her feel. she drags in another unsteady breath, but this one feels more like she can't get any air at all.]
Adora didn't even - she's never even... and Otome's been a killer this whole time.
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yin yugreat at keeping that shit together, because all he is is angry (that's all he's ever really been - your first reaction was violence, and that tells me you have potential) but he's gonna try.he grabs her hand away from her notebook, and wraps his around it, and squeezes it. ]
Stop. [ fiercely, quietly - it's pained, too, not just angry. almost a plead. ] You didn't take her. You didn't do anything but what any of us would've done, and you - should've doesn't do shit. We should've done a lot of things.
This is what this stupid fucking place wants. [ it wants them to be miserable, to hurt, to hate, to turn on each other, themselves. ] Why would it make people kill each other like that otherwise? You can't - you can't tell me you think she wanted to kill people. You know she didn't.
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he takes her hand, and she drags in another breath, sharp and painful.]
No - no. I know. [because she does. she does know.] I know she didn't want to. Nobody wants to.
[breathe, she tells herself.]
She said - to save people. She said it was to save people, from this world.
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nobody wants to. he agrees. ]
...and that answer was enough to get punishment. [ which means... it meant something.
what it means, he has no fucking idea. he's not sure if he has the emotional capacity to even try and think about it right now. it's a lot. ]
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she holds his hand tightly.]
I don't know what it means, but I can't let Adora have died for no reason.
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[ the fierceness returns with that, too. emphatic. he reaches over with his other hand and covers hers with that, too, cupping it. ] Yeah, fuck that. We're gonna bring her and the rest of em back, and give whoever the fuck runs this place an ass kicking.
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immediately, he just scoops her up in a hug, yeah. a big, warm one, holding on tight. he can't say "it's gonna be okay", because he doesn't know that.
but god damn, they're gonna try. ]