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[telepathicignorance]

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Warnings: Mention of death and torture. Threads are likely to end up going deeply traumatic places.

(It's a typical day on Nogard, though many people who see this might be elsewhere.

Many have probably heard by now that Chris is dead. Has been dead for several days, in fact, after being captured and tortured by Ganon.

Except... they're not?

That's definitely a shot of a very panicked looking Chris running... somewhere, not paying attention to the shellphone clutched in their hand or noticing that it's recording.

Several people can be heard yelling in surprise in the background as Chris darts past them.

...The fuck are they even running from? It doesn't sound like they're being chased.

The hand holding the shellphone bumps into something, and the video cuts out.)

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[sos_pilot]

Hey, I'm no expert either. Nothing to be ashamed of.

[ Once their face is cleaned up, she tosses the used napkins in a trash can, and pushes some of the pastries and water closer to him. ]

Probably should refuel, though. That kind of crying can really drain you.

[telepathicignorance]

...Yeah.

(They're still trying to cry, tears welling up and slipping out even though they aren't actually sobbing.

They're thirsty enough they go for the water before the pastries.)

[sos_pilot]

[ She sits back down, and takes a moment of silence, trying to decide what to say next. ]

... Made up that song myself. I wanted to sing it for my babies. I... was separated from them for over ten years, so I didn't get to... but my brother did. He sang it to them every night.

[telepathicignorance]

I'm sorry. Did you get to sing it after you came back?

(They pick at a pastry.)

My creators caught me and imprisoned me for five years.

[sos_pilot]

[ Here we go - if they're comfortable to talk about it, maybe it's okay for her to go through it, nice and easy... ]

... How long ago was that, before you came to this world?

[telepathicignorance]

Escaped a little over two years before coming here.

(And then, quietly.)

They probably think I'm dead... but they'll still be looking (She'll still be looking.) just in case.

(Now with everything they're doing? It's only a matter of time.)

[sos_pilot]

And how long have you been in this world? Maybe they won't show up here. People from the same world seem to come in clusters... but I won't claim to be an expert on it or anything.

[ Is she allowed to eat? She's gunna eat. ]

[telepathicignorance]

I'll have to go back eventually.

(Yeah they don't care if she eats. They will, in fact, finally start nibbling on things again.)

This isn't like the badguys in your world. There's stuff worse than any of the people or things you've mentioned ...and that's before you get to the actually bad parts.

[sos_pilot]

... Do you want to go back to your world? ... What if we could find a way for you to go somewhere else? Or stay here?

[ She doesn't know if it's possible. But that also means there's no proof it's impossible. ]

[telepathicignorance]

I'm not sure we're gonna be able to manage that.

(Would anyone take them? It feels like a lot to ask.)

[sos_pilot]

But that also means you're not sure we CAN'T. Isn't it worth a try? I can think of so many people I'd love to share my world with, and that includes you.

[telepathicignorance]

(They make a ...not disgusted, but somewhat dubious face.)

That'd just make me a weird freak in your world. There aren't even any actual humans there.

[sos_pilot]

[ Half-shoulder shrug, and then she begins counting off her fingers. ]

Our mansion has a ghost, a former secret agent, a clone, my Uncle has hired a mad scientist, his driver has probably dated a version of himself from another dimension, my kids best friends include a realistic android and a girl who used to be a living shadow, my twin brother is unwillingly besties with a god, I've roomed with a semi-hostile alien...

I think we can adjust.

[telepathicignorance]

Maybe.

(They frown.)

But those people... they look and act and think like ducks, right? Or other animal people.

[sos_pilot]

[ Eyebrow raise. ]

Have I ever shown you that "ducks" act any different than other people here?

[telepathicignorance]

No but that's... (They sigh.)

Don't you miss having other Ducks around, Della?

(They already hated the isolation of being a cuckoo among Re-Genes, and the isolation of being a Re-Gene among humans... this just seems like it'd be even more isolating.)

[sos_pilot]

I miss my family and friends for who they are, not what they are. Sure, it feels weird being one of the few people with beak and feathers here... but that doesn't mean I want any of you to change.

[ A soft little chuckle. ]

Maybe we should start smaller. Nobody says you have to stay with my world forever... we can work on a vacay!

[telepathicignorance]

(And they have to wonder how true that would be if it were that way forever, or if this place had no concept of animal people at all.)

It'd be better than home, at least.

(Still, they seem pretty dispirited.

All this food--so much their favorite kinds even--and they don't seem that interested.)

[sos_pilot]

After what you told me, I have to imagine anything would be.

... But like everything else, we should take this all one day at a time. I'll still fight for you, but I won't push where you should go or what you should do. Just think of me as working behind the scenes.

[telepathicignorance]

(They scoff.)

I haven't actually told you anything.

[sos_pilot]

[ Going gentle again, hands pressed together. ]

... Do you want to?

[telepathicignorance]

(Yes. No. It's complicated.)

I... don't know.

[sos_pilot]

That's okay. You can tell me when you're ready - or you don't ever have to tell me.

No matter what, you can talk to me anytime you want. Even if it's the middle of the night, and you just wanna vent, call me up and I'll answer.

CW: Mentions of people as property, implied medical horror

[telepathicignorance]

(The problem is they're becoming increasingly aware that she doesn't have context for any of this.

They pick at a pastry.)

They tried to break me. When they ...caught me. After I didn't die. I'd been nearly killed by something valuable, and that made me valuable, even though normally they'd just scrap a recaptured runaway for parts.

[sos_pilot]

[ Of course, context makes this worse. She knows nothing can say can ever heal the wounds of their heart, but she can't just say nothing. ]

... If it's not too terrible to ask... how old were you, when this all happened?