[ As Tohru steps up to face Hikaru as the victor, Deirdra quietly slips away, waiting by the hallway that serves as an entrance and exit for participants. She's leaning on the wall of the tunnel, arms crossed, waiting.
Her eyes go back to the crowd, eyeing them. They're starting to gradually empty the stadium.
She waits until it's deserted. It's not like Aria's budging anyway. She's sitting with her head down.
Aria. How's your pride now, huh?
Once the last person has left, she starts to approach her, standing over her. She doesn't know what to say just yet. There are so many things she wants to, but where to begin? What do you say to a person who just got beaten up just like that, and in front of so many people?
[She has known, for a while now, that Deidra has been watching her. She's fully aware of her surrogate sister's presence.
At the moment, though, she can't bring herself to care. Not while her body aches, not while she can feel herself bleeding in several places and knows that she has more than a few bruises, some broken bones.
She doesn't look up, doesn't move. She thinks, idly, that she should probably get a cigarette.
[ She doesn't even bother keeping her thoughts to herself. ]
So, she doesn't speak. ANYWAY. I know you feel like shit right now. Hell, anyone would.
[ Taking a drag. ]
But that doesn't mean that I'll take it easy on you. I already told you to be careful but you still went on with it. Nothing's going to change the fact that this already happened. I just hope that you at least learn something from this.
[ A pause, looks off into the distance. ]
Call us selfish, but we'd rather not see you like this. All of us.
[ She's perfectly content with being silent at that point. She figures that Aria already got her point; that she's not going anywhere. She's staring up into the sky. ]
Who would've ever thought we'd be here, huh.
[ It was more of a statement than a question. Weird things happen all the time. Life's curve balls have turned into routine for them, but still, this was... well, this. ]
You might want me to leave now, but maybe you'll thank me one day. For staying.
[And it sucks because she knows that Deirdra is right. Who would've thought that her sister would end up being so painfully sharp? Knowing her so well?
She's putting out her cigarette, and lighting up another one. It's hard, holding tight to her words, but saying anything now might just bring her to places that she doesn't want to be in right now.]
[ She grins at that, and ruffles White Walker's fur gently.
She casts glances at Aria here and there, just making sure. Not that Deirdra's expecting her to say anything or show any hints of looking sad or anything. ]
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Her eyes go back to the crowd, eyeing them. They're starting to gradually empty the stadium.
She waits until it's deserted. It's not like Aria's budging anyway. She's sitting with her head down.
Aria. How's your pride now, huh?
Once the last person has left, she starts to approach her, standing over her. She doesn't know what to say just yet. There are so many things she wants to, but where to begin? What do you say to a person who just got beaten up just like that, and in front of so many people?
She crouches down low and waits. ]
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At the moment, though, she can't bring herself to care. Not while her body aches, not while she can feel herself bleeding in several places and knows that she has more than a few bruises, some broken bones.
She doesn't look up, doesn't move. She thinks, idly, that she should probably get a cigarette.
Probably.]
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She's calculating in her mind what she's about to say. ]
Do you want me to get a medic, or do you want to patch those up yourself?
[ As she's saying that, she pulls out two cigarettes from her pack, lights them both, then hands one to Aria. ]
Figured you'd need at least one.
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[At least she's taking the cigarette. Willing herself to pull back now, and sit properly. Crossing her legs carefully.
She's still not looking at Deirdra. She's focused on that cigarette.]
Some of these can't be healed just yet. I can handle the rest.
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Right. Okay.
[ A moment of silence. ]
You know I'm mad at you, right?
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She really, really, really doesn't need this right now. Call her selfish, but she's quite content to feel like shit all on her own.
Not that she's ever going to show that to anybody. She has already lost. Not being any more humiliated than she already has been would be good.]
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So, she doesn't speak. ANYWAY. I know you feel like shit right now. Hell, anyone would.
[ Taking a drag. ]
But that doesn't mean that I'll take it easy on you. I already told you to be careful but you still went on with it. Nothing's going to change the fact that this already happened. I just hope that you at least learn something from this.
[ A pause, looks off into the distance. ]
Call us selfish, but we'd rather not see you like this. All of us.
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[Her voice is low and quiet: a barrier against the glower of anger, indignation, irritation.
This was grating her, closing in on her, from too many directions.]
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You really think I'd do that? Really?
[ Breathing in sharply. ]
Ang tanga tanga mo kasi minsan.
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She falls silent again, stares hard past the point where Deirdra is standing. She takes another drag from her cigarette.]
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Okay fine, I'm not really mad. It's just really tough, okay?
[ She runs her fingers through her hair in frustration. ]
It just seems like it's something that I could have done a thing or two about.
[ An awkward cough, and then: ]
I'm just slightly glad that my sister's alive.
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[At least not physically. Tohru, true to his nature, had made her painfully aware, at every turn, that he could have ended her life immediately.
She is too worn out to really latch on to what Deirdra is trying to say to her. She's aware of it, of course, but...]
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[ And she looks like she's about to go on, but she takes a look at Aria's almost-finished cigarette and hesitates. ]
C'mon. I'll bring you to the medic, unless you can somehow muster enough energy to float yourself there.
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[In actuality, she didn't want anyone else to see her the way she is now. She could take care of herself.]
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I'll wait.
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Biting back her irritation now.]
You should go to the party, Deirdra.
[Aria Skye has the tendency to use names to emphasize Very Important Comments that are actually Direct Orders.]
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She sighs again. ]
It's like you don't even know me. I'd rather be here. I don't feel like celebrating.
[ Emphasis on the word just so Aria finally accepts that she's not going anywhere. ]
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[Well, she tried.
That means that she's going quiet again. Nothing to say. Nothing she wants to say.]
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Who would've ever thought we'd be here, huh.
[ It was more of a statement than a question. Weird things happen all the time. Life's curve balls have turned into routine for them, but still, this was... well, this. ]
You might want me to leave now, but maybe you'll thank me one day. For staying.
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She's putting out her cigarette, and lighting up another one. It's hard, holding tight to her words, but saying anything now might just bring her to places that she doesn't want to be in right now.]
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Also pulling out another cigarette and lighting it up. ]
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White Walker is appearing at her side, looking up at her imploringly. She ghosts her fingers through his fur once before turning towards the gates.
No words, even as she's walking away.]
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As White Walker turns his attention away from Aria, she casts a look at him with an eyebrow up, as if to say "What's your take on this?"
She grants Aria the silence she wants. For now. ]
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Aria noticed that, but didn't bother calling him out on it.]
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She casts glances at Aria here and there, just making sure. Not that Deirdra's expecting her to say anything or show any hints of looking sad or anything. ]
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