[Trails off, eyes going distant and he turns back to start shoveling again.]
[This time he sways enough where he ends up falling against the wall. Another shakey cold breath, and he straightens himself up to pick up another shovel full of dirt.]
I told you. You do not know me. This part of you seems to even less so, so I will thank you to keep your spectacularly incorrect assumptions to yourself.
[ffs he's weaker so she's going to try and take the shovel again and try to heal him at the same time even if it won't do much.]
[But as she says that, there's more blood spots through the bandages, cuts appearing on his face, and healing magic is draining her FAST.]
Of course I'm wrong, you've seen my heart.
Nothing is right, I keep fucking up, I keep hurting people, or not helping them, or letting them use me, and I get angry, and I hurt people, and there are voices in my head that aren't mine.
I'm a fucking mess, that's why I have to do something to fix it!
Even if it's burying the people who left me behind!
[In the cold air, the sudden heat becomes visible, the silver and blue bandages the source. As 80H speaks, the heat seems to heal the new injuries, cuts sealing, blood clearimg. Scars still remain though, but he's looking back to where he'd been when she entered.]
....help me get my hands off the shovel. You can hel them, but I wouldn't waste energy on the rest, it'll just drain you and there's better ways.
[It takes a minute, but like the bandages seem to, her hands produce a heat when they touch him, the ice connecting him to the shovel melting enough to pull his hands away without much further damage.]
[Though even with healing, scars will remain.]
[The room settles at its original temperature and 80H just feels the exhaustion of her own magic usage.]
You don't need to pretend here. Not like I don't get it.
It's about as good as it's going to get. [Another sigh and he leans the shovel against the side of the hole and he'll hike himself up to sit on the edge.] I guess I can take a break for a friend.
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Otherwise, it's just....
[Trails off, eyes going distant and he turns back to start shoveling again.]
[This time he sways enough where he ends up falling against the wall. Another shakey cold breath, and he straightens himself up to pick up another shovel full of dirt.]
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But sometimes it's not worth fighting to stay alive.
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Why do you care?
Why are you here, 80H? I'm not anything to you.
If anything, I'm less than that, an annoyance, a bother.
You should be glad if I died.
[Digging faster, breathing harder.]
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[ffs he's weaker so she's going to try and take the shovel again and try to heal him at the same time even if it won't do much.]
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[But as she tries to grab the shovel, he just bites back a cry of pain.]
[Because her ice has frozen the shovel to his skin and it's not giving.]
You're the one who said you don't care. Who avoids me.
And I'm saying you should be glad, not you are, but it'd be the sensible thing to be.
So where am I wrong?
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All of you is wrong.
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[But as she says that, there's more blood spots through the bandages, cuts appearing on his face, and healing magic is draining her FAST.]
Of course I'm wrong, you've seen my heart.
Nothing is right, I keep fucking up, I keep hurting people, or not helping them, or letting them use me, and I get angry, and I hurt people, and there are voices in my head that aren't mine.
I'm a fucking mess, that's why I have to do something to fix it!
Even if it's burying the people who left me behind!
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This is not what you should be doing.
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[And the shovel is sweeps out to take her legs out from under her.]
Stop it! You'll end up another body I'll have to bury!
You don't even care, why the hell are you adding to my graves?!
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FINE.
FINE.]
I care about you and what happens to you! and yes, I have always known you, for pity's sake.
[she wants to blame him, but she can't, this is all on her.]
So I am not going to allow you to destroy yourself in front of my own eyes!
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[In the cold air, the sudden heat becomes visible, the silver and blue bandages the source. As 80H speaks, the heat seems to heal the new injuries, cuts sealing, blood clearimg. Scars still remain though, but he's looking back to where he'd been when she entered.]
....help me get my hands off the shovel. You can hel them, but I wouldn't waste energy on the rest, it'll just drain you and there's better ways.
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[she will do just that, helping, healing.]
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[Though even with healing, scars will remain.]
[The room settles at its original temperature and 80H just feels the exhaustion of her own magic usage.]
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Fake it til you make it.]
How is that?
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It's about as good as it's going to get. [Another sigh and he leans the shovel against the side of the hole and he'll hike himself up to sit on the edge.] I guess I can take a break for a friend.
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She grits her teeth.]
Can you please lend me the shovel, then?
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I stop taking responsibility, that's when it's Agent Washington. And that's when I hurt people.
Digging is my responsibility. Accepting help in other ways is fine.
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Talking also works. There was a lot of talking last time. Lot of lectures.
Didn't used to take breaks.
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