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[tilfrosset]

Type: Text
Sender ID: tilfrosset (Jill Warrick)
To: Public
Subject: Clive's Departure
Warnings: Possible mentioning spoilers for the end of FF16? Let me know if you want to avoid them.

Good evening, all. This is Jill Warrick.

While I do not enjoy announcing bad news, I am aware he had a fair number of acquaintances who should be notified that Clive Rosfield has left. It seems his last day here was yesterday, perhaps early this morning.

[If this all sounds cold and businesslike, it's on purpose. It's far easier to pretend that she hasn't been crying her eyes out all day through text than any other method of communication.]

With that said, though we did not have plans for a grand event, I must also announce that there will be no wedding. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

[Inconvenience? Sounding like she's putting others out as if she's not the one who lost her other half. But of course, years of hardening her heart against emotional disruptions sure taught her how to fake it until she makes it. Or at least attempt to, badly. She's experienced loss before, but this? It's different.]

Comments

[garudas]

[Why does it bother her so much to see Jill this way? Seeing her drag her feet across the room to get a plate and set it all out on the table, only to sit and wait...? Not even a chilly comment to go along with it? Everything about it feels so very... wrong. She had been expecting something of a chiding response, only to be surprised and thrown off when it doesn't come. Once again, in the silence, she questions what it is that compelled her to come, besides the obvious threat that she needed to lay down.

She stares at Jill when she sits in the chair and... waits? For her? There's a click of her tongue and a shake of her head before she's bringing the glasses over, the bottle of wine uncorked in the other hand. She'll pour Jill's glass first and doesn't even bother to wait for her to tell her to stop. She just pours it all the way up to the top, and then does the same for her own. They are both going to need it, it seems.]

Drink up.

[As if she needs telling to do that, as Benedikta slumps into the chair across from her.]

You have been hiding in here since?

[Just going to get right to the point.]

[tilfrosset]

[Of course it feels wrong. It is wrong. Jill feels lost without someone who's become her other half in the last five years. And not knowing his ultimate fate? That turns everything upside down more than it already was. So what can she say? There seem to be no words that would make her feel any better, much less fix the situation.

Jill looks at the wine and grimaces slightly. She shouldn't drink, not after Kaveh filled her up with wine and the next day had her feeling ten times worse than she started. But something in her, perhaps Benedikta's mere presence and command, doesn't have her saying no. Instead, Jill pulls the glass neared to herself and takes a small sip.]

I haven't been hiding.

[A lie. She's ashamed of losing her composure with Cid for starters and she's not quite sure how to face him now without drowning the poor man in apologies that don't seem to be enough. That and she doesn't want to see the faces of others who miss Cid as much as she does. She'll be drawn to commiserate and comfort them when she can't even comfort herself.]

[garudas]

You have.

[If there is one person who will call it like it is, she can count on Benedikta.]

I would too, if I had been the one to attack Cidolfus.

[She eyes Jill over the rim of her glass, and takes a sip, all the while watching the other woman carefully.]

You ought to at least cut that out. The crew has been worried sick for you, and... [A pause.] While I understand the sentiment, you might want to think a little more deeply about that.

[Seeing Cid coming back with his shoulders heavy with disappointment had struck a nerve.]