[Alisaie will be in the salon! She's sitting with Taf in her lap and the two of them are looking at each other very intently. It's kind of weird. But when she hears Susato's voice, she'll straighten up some and look in her direction--her own voice is a little subdued.]
He ought to be fine, given time. The worst of it is over, thank the Twelve.
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Forgive me for snapping at you earlier. I know you were doing what was best for Rochalizo's sake.
You didn't snap at me whatsoever, you were only worried.
[She frowns, tapping her chin.]
I am terribly sorry for giving you a fright. I know it must have been awful, to be uncertain how he was faring in that fight. [Hmm.] Your vision, is it. . .?
Taf was looking at Flat at the time, so I only heard the noise before I learned he was on the ground. It's difficult to transition from using my own sight to relying on Taf to share with me what I should know.
I won't tell anyone. [But she nods, and shows her coin, tapping one of the feathers.] The second one does that. But. . . in your case, was it perhaps. . . a punishment, as they said at the end of trial yesterday?
Yes, it's my punishment for voting for myself. Ever since I collapsed last night, I haven't been able to see a thing. There's no shapes or shadows... just blackness.
Knowing this is likely to happen again next week, I decided to keep it to myself. The last thing I need after everything else that's happened is for someone to decide I'd be an easy target.
I don't know. The Watchers have no power to restore my sight, and based on what we know of these Angels I wouldn't be surprised if it was their intent to set me up for such a thing. [In her lap, Taf makes a small growling noise.] Suriel has said they would seek to learn how long this is to last, however, so with any luck it is at least not permanent.
[At the question about her injury, she blinks for a moment before lifting her hand to her side.] Truth be told I had nearly forgotten about it with everything else. It was a touch inflamed and hot after my impromptu swim yesterday, but I've suffered far worse.
[Her eyes drop to the table, a tiny smile curling at her lips.]
Alphinaud could tell you stories of all the times I've run off and injured myself, though I wish he wouldn't.
However. . . I was going over my trial notes, and I suppose something struck me as rather odd. Mr. Alphinaud said he could confirm you had the wound later in the day, but not when you first woke. But given that it was on your chest, I'm uncertain how he could have known that.
Alisaie's expression will make it clear she wasn't expecting the question, but she nods nonetheless.]
I didn't bother changing clothes after Thursday night-- [Wait. She blanches, nose wrinkling a bit.] --which I now realize was stupid, if there had been any evidence from our time in the game room. When I injured myself, my dress was slashed open as well. Had I been injured in the morning, Alphinaud would have seen the tear. [She lifts her hand, brushing her fingers across the slash on her torso.]
If you'd like to see it, I'm happy to show it to you.
[She's fidgeting with her hands a little bit, as though she's fairly nervous.]
I . . . I might be making a big mistake, bringing that up at all. I don't want you to think I would go around saying something like that, ignorant of. . . of how it feels to be suspected of something. In fact, it may be for the best if I stopped asking this sort of question, as I would prefer us to be friends.
But. . . something Suriel-san said today didn't quite sit right with me. They kept going on about how I couldn't understand just how hard this was for you. Even though the reasons it would be hard for you were something everyone ought to know. And I started to wonder if. . . perhaps there was an additional reason.
If you tell me there isn't, I'll - I'll apologize to you, and I won't bring it up again. But if there was, I would. . . want you to know that I am not asking because I intend to hurt anyone.
[She doesn't raise her head, her eyes hidden behind her fringe.]
I'll tell you if it will clear the air. But I must needs ask for your discretion in telling others. I won't swear you to secrecy, but I would appreciate that you don't share it unless absolutely necessary.
Both? [Alisaie gives a short laugh, but it's tinged with a hint of hysteria--this isn't funny, not at all; this is horrifying to realize she can't speak of it.]
It's something about my vote. But it also reinforced just how terrible all of this truly is.
[The entire time they've been having this conversation she's been in darkness, grounded by the feeling of the chair beneath her and her daemon upon her lap. But as she's tried to speak of it, tried to answer Susato's questions in spite of the restrictions seemingly placed upon her, she's lost that sense.
Which is to say that Alisaie flinches when Susato's hand touches her--and then to her absolute horror, she begins to cry.]
[She feels so badly, now. A sense is coming over her of . . . something they can't discuss, but a hunch. And it's terrible. Maybe if she had more of the story she'd know what to say, but she doesn't think so.]
There, there. May I - [She will shift slightly so the touch on the arm is a little more like a hand on hers.]
[Much like in the memory Susato saw, Alisaie has dropped her head to hide her eyes behind her fringe, trying to control her tears as best she can. She doesn't stop Susato resting a hand on hers--she releases the fist she'd instinctively clenched, loosely curling a finger around one of Susato's, linking them.
But with a gargantuan effort she finally manages to get her emotions back under control, though she still doesn't look up.]
...That's why. Suriel came to me last night after... I was punished. They were aware of the situation.
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He ought to be fine, given time. The worst of it is over, thank the Twelve.
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Forgive me for snapping at you earlier. I know you were doing what was best for Rochalizo's sake.
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[She frowns, tapping her chin.]
I am terribly sorry for giving you a fright. I know it must have been awful, to be uncertain how he was faring in that fight. [Hmm.] Your vision, is it. . .?
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Am I that obvious? I'd thought to hide it, with Taf's help, but I'm not sure how successful that's proving thus far.
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[A sheepish smile.]
You seemed not to know what had happened when I threw him, even though it was rather noticeable.
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But Susato is right, and she'll nod.]
Taf was looking at Flat at the time, so I only heard the noise before I learned he was on the ground. It's difficult to transition from using my own sight to relying on Taf to share with me what I should know.
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Yes, it's my punishment for voting for myself. Ever since I collapsed last night, I haven't been able to see a thing. There's no shapes or shadows... just blackness.
Knowing this is likely to happen again next week, I decided to keep it to myself. The last thing I need after everything else that's happened is for someone to decide I'd be an easy target.
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[That's awful.]
How is your injury, by the way?
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[At the question about her injury, she blinks for a moment before lifting her hand to her side.] Truth be told I had nearly forgotten about it with everything else. It was a touch inflamed and hot after my impromptu swim yesterday, but I've suffered far worse.
[Her eyes drop to the table, a tiny smile curling at her lips.]
Alphinaud could tell you stories of all the times I've run off and injured myself, though I wish he wouldn't.
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[A small smile.]
However. . . I was going over my trial notes, and I suppose something struck me as rather odd. Mr. Alphinaud said he could confirm you had the wound later in the day, but not when you first woke. But given that it was on your chest, I'm uncertain how he could have known that.
I wondered if there was a way to clear that up?
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Alisaie's expression will make it clear she wasn't expecting the question, but she nods nonetheless.]
I didn't bother changing clothes after Thursday night-- [Wait. She blanches, nose wrinkling a bit.] --which I now realize was stupid, if there had been any evidence from our time in the game room. When I injured myself, my dress was slashed open as well. Had I been injured in the morning, Alphinaud would have seen the tear. [She lifts her hand, brushing her fingers across the slash on her torso.]
If you'd like to see it, I'm happy to show it to you.
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[She's fidgeting with her hands a little bit, as though she's fairly nervous.]
I . . . I might be making a big mistake, bringing that up at all. I don't want you to think I would go around saying something like that, ignorant of. . . of how it feels to be suspected of something. In fact, it may be for the best if I stopped asking this sort of question, as I would prefer us to be friends.
But. . . something Suriel-san said today didn't quite sit right with me. They kept going on about how I couldn't understand just how hard this was for you. Even though the reasons it would be hard for you were something everyone ought to know. And I started to wonder if. . . perhaps there was an additional reason.
If you tell me there isn't, I'll - I'll apologize to you, and I won't bring it up again. But if there was, I would. . . want you to know that I am not asking because I intend to hurt anyone.
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I know what they meant.
[She doesn't raise her head, her eyes hidden behind her fringe.]
I'll tell you if it will clear the air. But I must needs ask for your discretion in telling others. I won't swear you to secrecy, but I would appreciate that you don't share it unless absolutely necessary.
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[She folds her hands in her lap, and bows her head.]
I will not tell others what you tell me.
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When things happened at the end last night, I was--
[Her words cut off, even as she continues to speak. At once, her head comes up, sightless eyes widening.]
It felt like someone had grabbed Taftosimi and was crushing him in their hands. And then I--
[It goes silent again. This time her hands to to her mouth, her throat, horror dawning on her face as she realizes.]
I can't say it.
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[She stops, bringing her hand to her mouth.]
You don't wish to say it, or you can't?
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It does.
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Was it that you realized something? Or was it something that happened to you because of the vote?
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It's something about my vote. But it also reinforced just how terrible all of this truly is.
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[She will reach over to place a hand on her arm, trying to calm her.]
If you can't speak of it, then you can't speak of it.
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Which is to say that Alisaie flinches when Susato's hand touches her--and then to her absolute horror, she begins to cry.]
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[She feels so badly, now. A sense is coming over her of . . . something they can't discuss, but a hunch. And it's terrible. Maybe if she had more of the story she'd know what to say, but she doesn't think so.]
There, there. May I - [She will shift slightly so the touch on the arm is a little more like a hand on hers.]
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But with a gargantuan effort she finally manages to get her emotions back under control, though she still doesn't look up.]
...That's why. Suriel came to me last night after... I was punished. They were aware of the situation.
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