[ memshares you what's up with her sister (no) (unless)
vi sighs, and rubs at her face, pushing her hair back. ]
... No, it's fine. I brought it up. She's - we went through a lot as kids. You know how it was, I told you a bit about how it was in the Undercity, but.
She changed a lot. I didn't see her for years, and when I did, she'd been working for the guy who killed our dad so long that it poisoned her brain. Wasn't really her fault. I shouldn't have left her.
You did, yes. [She nods. The whole picture isn't there, but enough to start the painting, sure.
But oh. Vi can feel the soft pang of empathy at that. Sorrow too.]
...I'm so sorry. That must have been dreadful to come back to. ["Come back to." "Left her". As if she might have abandoned the girl on purpose, which...very much would be a shock, if it were the case. Vi bleeds so much love and feeling, it's hard to imagine her abandoning her flesh and blood for any reason.]
it absolutely was not on purpose, but vi does not like to paint herself in any good light, so! y'know! she takes a big drink after this one - probably finishes her cup. ]
[the way i have seen arcane but not in literal ages so me watching these just like :pikashock: at plot twists I should already know...
Rosamund comes out of the vision with wide eyes and an ill pallor. She's no stranger to violence, or violent heartbreak, or sudden loss. Just the same, she never finds it easy to sit through the most gutting moments of someone's life. And they're both just so young.
Vi takes a drink. Rosamund takes a breath, flexes her fingers. Eyes fixed on the counter and blinking back tears.]
...I...Vi, I'm so sorry... [A useless thing to say. Something she'd already said not ten seconds ago, even. Rosamund looks to her, setting a hand soft on her shoulder. Easy to shrug away from, should she not want it.] I don't know what I would have done. That's...I can't imagine. You were both just children...
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It's a little hard not to wonder if something had happened to her? Or to the both of you?
[...]
But maybe that's getting a bit too personal, if we just wanted to have a nice drink before your flight. So.
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vi sighs, and rubs at her face, pushing her hair back. ]
... No, it's fine. I brought it up. She's - we went through a lot as kids. You know how it was, I told you a bit about how it was in the Undercity, but.
She changed a lot. I didn't see her for years, and when I did, she'd been working for the guy who killed our dad so long that it poisoned her brain. Wasn't really her fault. I shouldn't have left her.
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You did, yes. [She nods. The whole picture isn't there, but enough to start the painting, sure.
But oh. Vi can feel the soft pang of empathy at that. Sorrow too.]
...I'm so sorry. That must have been dreadful to come back to. ["Come back to." "Left her". As if she might have abandoned the girl on purpose, which...very much would be a shock, if it were the case. Vi bleeds so much love and feeling, it's hard to imagine her abandoning her flesh and blood for any reason.]
What happened that separated you?
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Yeah, it was a sucker punch.
[ and then because it's easier to explain with memshare, makes you experience four parts of arcane through the glory of youtube:
part one
part two
part three
part four
it absolutely was not on purpose, but vi does not like to paint herself in any good light, so! y'know! she takes a big drink after this one - probably finishes her cup. ]
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Rosamund comes out of the vision with wide eyes and an ill pallor. She's no stranger to violence, or violent heartbreak, or sudden loss. Just the same, she never finds it easy to sit through the most gutting moments of someone's life. And they're both just so young.
Vi takes a drink. Rosamund takes a breath, flexes her fingers. Eyes fixed on the counter and blinking back tears.]
...I...Vi, I'm so sorry... [A useless thing to say. Something she'd already said not ten seconds ago, even. Rosamund looks to her, setting a hand soft on her shoulder. Easy to shrug away from, should she not want it.] I don't know what I would have done. That's...I can't imagine. You were both just children...