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[erbier]

Shame on us; doomed from the start.

May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts.

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[erbier]

[ She pauses in fawning over the books, and glances at him, ]

To covet power is a sin. There is no one before the Godking.

[ She knows how this sounds to people. She knows the reality behind this doctrine was manipulative and cruel. ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sounds like my priests back home.

[He says, without any judgement or conviction. Trevor settles his back against the opposite wall, looking out the 'window' to the sea below]

...You know, in my family, the last name goes through both the men and the women? Apparently the Belmonts believed in sharing power. Sharing responsibility for the family, more like. So that if the only one of us left happened to be a woman, we wouldn't all die out.

[erbier]

And is that a responsibility that you want?

[atowncalledtreffy]

It's one I already fulfilled.

But I mean...more like women are equal to men. Not generally in the world around us, but in smaller, more important ways. Celebrated, even. I don't think it's evil to take pride in your work.

[erbier]

[ He always tries so hard, it's... charming (?) in its own way. Also bemusing. ]

I was quite celebrated as a gentle lady, as a saintess. My responsibilities... were to ease what suffering I could and then to die and leave nothing behind me when our world burned.

[ She comes closer to him, letting the last book slip out of her hand and back into its pile. ]

Lord Dreus is... dead now, but the Admiral has intervened in my martyrdom.

[ Where does all this fit in the story he is trying to tell her? ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well. The Admiral always was kind of a piece of shit. I'm guessing he took you without asking, too?

[erbier]

[ She tsks at him! Don't swear, she's a lady. ]

Of course. I dedicated myself to that ending, and he has chosen to rewrite it.

[ Which is definitely why she is very not cooperative about the whole 'Graduation' thing. ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He grins back, rough around the edges and unapologetic for it]

I feel the same way.

I got my girlfriend pregnant; I killed my family's biggest pains-in-the-asses; I saved the world. I was tired, I wanted to see my parents and big sisters in the afterlife.

Instead I wake up on this ship, with half the people I just killed to save the world gloating that they just graduated.

It's complete bullshit. Pardon my language. If we get lucky enough to be at peace with our own deaths, why the fuck does he get to come between and kidnap the dead?

[erbier]

[ She outright blushes. She normally has a chance to stop such a tirade and tell someone not to be so forward with her, but he barrels right along. ]

...Because he has the power to. And we've not enough to stop him.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah.

Can I ask you something stupid and probably pointless?

[erbier]

If you must.

[ What else do you say to that? She smooths out her skirt, still a little flustered. ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

If you could graduate tomorrow, would you go back to being dead?

[erbier]

[ She contemplates this somberly. There was a point when her answer would have been instantaneous. Despite her hesitance, the answer itself has not yet changed: ]

Yes. I belong with Lord Dreus, just as I promised.

[atowncalledtreffy]

You sound like you were in love with him.

[erbier]

That's quite enough.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Sorry.

[erbier]

[ Tsk. ]

I am sorry that your rest has been disturbed.

[ While flustered and a little agitated, she didn't entirely miss that part. She fusses at her dress again before going to collect that pile of books. Gathering them up is adequately distracting in the moment ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor nods, and goes to get the door for Ilde. Best to let her go on her way after he's probably offended her]

Thanks.

When you finish, let me know? Would like to talk about them. Get your perspective on it.

[erbier]

Very well.

[ She will forgive such a small slight... in a couple days... ]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He gives a tight smile and holds the door for her exit]