takewing | (no subject)

Ah?

How so?

Where do I start? With the promise I never should have made, or -- ahh . . .

[She can't say it.]

[. . . ah]

The promise about not goin' back?

She made you make that promise, didn't she?

She didn't hold her staff to my throat and force me, if that's what you're thinking.

[She knows that it isn't.]

I'm not thinkin' that, no. But even the simple act of askin' you to promise that. . .

It's not her fault. Even upset, I should have known myself well enough to say no.

. . . she told me 'bout the promise. I asked her if she really thought you'd keep it.

She was naive, Bluebird. You can't blame yourself for that.

[you just watch me]

I can't blame her for seeing it as a betrayal, either.

[siiiigh]

I don't think it is at all. But anyway. . .

[Fidgets with her cloak, unsure of what to say. It's not like she's used to this level of doubt and bitterness …]

. . . are you gonna apologize? If that's what you feel like you hafta do.

For making the promise, yes. I can't apologize for anything else.

Wouldn't expect you to.

[. . . he gives her a contemplative look, but otherwise lapses into silence]

… What is it?

. . . what if we can't go back? What if there is no possible way for us to?

["us" because lol Bluebird going on her own]

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… us?

Us.

But my question still stands.

So does mine! What do you mean, us? You can't seriously …

[be thinking of coming with me … right??]

I can't seriously be thinkin' of lettin' you go back on your own? Come on.

[he says that blandly, as though she should have known better]

I don't want you to go back at all. I don't want to go back at all. And this isn't me sayin' "why sure, Bluebird, let's go strolling back into that place like nothin' was ever wrong with it in the first place when we're done here."

It's not as though I want to go back there!

[a little grumpily]

You do. You may not want to go back for the world itself, but you still want to go back.

Otherwise you'd be focusin' on ways to save them from here, yeah?

It's not that at all.

I need to be sure, Spark. Sure that whatever can be done is done; that it's done properly; that it works as planned. I have to go.

You don't have to do anything.

[. . . lifts a hand and points at her chest-- specifically, her heart]

But this makes you think that you do.

My heart is my compass. That's how it's always been, and I can't imagine it changing.

. . . I know.

Don't want it to, to be honest.

[lifting a hand and poking her forehead next]

But you've gotta use this, too.

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