[ She wishes she had training for this — for handling Saber in his current state all on her own, so no one else has to die. Including himself. ]
Don't say that — it's not true. She's coming. She just operates on her own time, and … and time's all fucked up here anyway, but she's coming, all right? She's gonna be real pissed off when she finds out what you're thinking.
[ Raíz always knows. Great made damn sure Cellar understood that before she ever had to find out for herself. The thing is, she's not sure she believes her own words, frown betraying her uncertainty. A crack in the faith written into her contract, signed in blood, because it's been almost a year with no sign of Raíz, no indication that anyone knows they're gone. They might as well be ghosts without a place to haunt. ]
I don't have to stop you because you're coming with me. Right? Come on, you helped me before. So just let me help you this time.
No, uh-uh. She's never comin'. She'd be here already 'cause of me. She's the only thing keeping me in line. Why'd you come alone, Cellar? You should've brought Neon. Now he – [He hiccups, swallows down the glob of emotion that rises up his throat.] he could've helped.
[Not Cellar, who's only good (only thought loosely in his head) for her shadows and not for her cruelty. He knows she has it in her, the killing urge that Great wanted cultivated by someone more empathetic (himself). He's an unkind thing staring at someone grasping at straws. Someone he had reassured months ago of Raíz presence as the elder, more knowledgeable person, now erasing his own words in madness.]
I'm not comin' with you. You're leaving me here. If you touch me, I'll hurt you or you'll be stuck killin' me and I know you don't wanna do that.
[ She wants to snap back — I came because you told me you're dying, and you told me not to tell Neon. Frustration gritting her teeth, angry that she keeps making the mistake of listening to a man who never listens to her. Why does he ever act like he wants her around if this is who he becomes? ]
Someone's coming for you regardless, whether you're dead or alive. So you might as well come with me.
[ Foolishly, she reaches out to grab his bloody arm. In her head, she reaches his hand, pries anything from it so it's just their fingers intertwined, and that's enough to distract and bring him somewhere safe for them and everyone else. Saber is out of his mind, but Cellar is overconfident and hopeful. The only way she'll stop is if he knocks her out somehow — then finds an alternative exit, around the shadows blocking the doors. ]
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Don't say that — it's not true. She's coming. She just operates on her own time, and … and time's all fucked up here anyway, but she's coming, all right? She's gonna be real pissed off when she finds out what you're thinking.
[ Raíz always knows. Great made damn sure Cellar understood that before she ever had to find out for herself. The thing is, she's not sure she believes her own words, frown betraying her uncertainty. A crack in the faith written into her contract, signed in blood, because it's been almost a year with no sign of Raíz, no indication that anyone knows they're gone. They might as well be ghosts without a place to haunt. ]
I don't have to stop you because you're coming with me. Right? Come on, you helped me before. So just let me help you this time.
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[Not Cellar, who's only good (only thought loosely in his head) for her shadows and not for her cruelty. He knows she has it in her, the killing urge that Great wanted cultivated by someone more empathetic (himself). He's an unkind thing staring at someone grasping at straws. Someone he had reassured months ago of Raíz presence as the elder, more knowledgeable person, now erasing his own words in madness.]
I'm not comin' with you. You're leaving me here. If you touch me, I'll hurt you or you'll be stuck killin' me and I know you don't wanna do that.
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Someone's coming for you regardless, whether you're dead or alive. So you might as well come with me.
[ Foolishly, she reaches out to grab his bloody arm. In her head, she reaches his hand, pries anything from it so it's just their fingers intertwined, and that's enough to distract and bring him somewhere safe for them and everyone else. Saber is out of his mind, but Cellar is overconfident and hopeful. The only way she'll stop is if he knocks her out somehow — then finds an alternative exit, around the shadows blocking the doors. ]