so many wars we fought, so many things we're not

[tobeclosetohim]

Who: Jo Harvelle & You
Where: Cadens, Libertas, Nocwich, Hunting, Horizon
When: November
What: Event-Follow-ups & Nov Things
Warnings: Drinking, swearing, war, death, destruction; will add as needed






But with what we have,
I promise you that,
We're marchin' on
We're marchin' on
We're marchin' on

~*~

Comments

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri doesn't say it -- it was your fault -- but the implication lingers, heavy between them. She lets out a breath, takes another drink, and looks away. It was no more within Jo's control than Ciri had been able to control how she affected others, when she'd realized it later. The visions of death. The withered plants and mold. Whatever those entities were, they'd had an alarming variety of influences all across the land and the Summoned. And all Ciri knows now is that they've retreated, those effects faded -- and not where they'd gone or for how long. It leaves her on edge still, and wary of the Horizon. ]

It happened again, with someone else, but I'm not sure what set it off the second time. [ She admits with a shrug, and looks away. ]

I don't expect I'll get an answer.

Just lucky no one got seriously hurt.

[ Not in the real world anyway. ]

[tobeclosetohim]

[ Ciri doesn't have to say it. It's already there in Jo. A complicated balance that shifts back and forth on onus, but never on guilty, and angry, ownership. She has no trouble with the truth that it's not truly not her fault any more than it was Geralt's, or Dean's. Inej. Wanda. Steve. Matt's. A too endless list. But she still feels the weight of it. The fault. That she was used as a conduit for it does not change the underlying fact they were still her own hands.

Which makes the first response hesitationless. ]

Except that people were. [ Geralt, with a blade slamming down into his chest, no matter that it was gone when the three of them fell out fo the sky. Ciri, sitting here, tense as a bow string. Conflicted accusation and hurt in her expression. As much as they are rare words for Jo to venture to the use of, they come easily this time. ]

I'm sorry you had to go through that either time. At all.

You know I would never have done anything like that to you on purpose.

[wiedzminka]

[ Ciri shrugs, as if to say not really, even though she can't bring herself to disagree aloud. Nothing lasting, nothing serious objectively speaking. Physically, it didn't carry over. She'd gotten her time with Geralt afterward, stayed close for a few days. No harm done that wasn't already there, clawed open and healed over again.

She meets Jo's eyes. ]

I know. I don't blame you.

Only trying to... understand. What happened.