( KENOS ) COMMUNION.

[appeale]

come on, wake up.	you have to be careful.
don't make mistakes.	you know how quickly kindness can turn into violence.

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[epiprocta]

[ Set's shrine. Vaguely, past an incredible headache, Gen notes that that has a pro and a con. Pro: it's close, and he doesn't need to bother dealing with Springstar's bullshit. Con: it's, well. Set's. And he doesn't need to deal with all that exuberant energy right now; he feels like his head's going to explode if he has to tolerate all that solar-bright, burning energy right now. ]

He's not there right now, is he. [ Gen barely gives Rudbeckia a chance to answer that before following it up, more weary than he is curt. ] -- tell him to leave, if he is. Make something up.

[ Is that a high demand to make of someone clearly unwell? Probably, yeah. But just like he doesn't think he'd be able to tolerate Set in this moment, he also simply doesn't have the mental capacity to take Ruby's wellbeing into consideration right now. All he knows in this moment, past the splitting ache in his temple and the discomfort roiling in his chest, is that he needs to talk to her. Alone. After all, she'd been the only one he'd noticed at the tree reacting in normal fashion. Not just brushing that whole incident off like people dying and then coming back to life is just something that's supposed to happen.

He hates this place. He hates the fact that he's back. He hates the fact that he's having to have this conversation at all. But he'll hate it even more if he has to keep these frothing, anxious thoughts to himself instead of getting to vent them to someone who might understand. ]

I'm heading over. Don't go anywhere.

[appeale]

[ although there's no sound of laughter, some wry humour seeps through their connection, dark and bitter as poison, reminiscent of the "Rudbeckia" that Gen encountered in the haunted house: ] Where would I go?

[ but she swallows the poison, as she always does. there's no point in being sharp or acidic, certainly not here. exhaustion wears her down, and though he may find it strange and contradictory, somehow Ruby is softer in Gen's presence too; a show of sincerity, not the sycophantic performance of someone malleable and sweet. for all his rough exterior – which she is in no way ignorant of – she leans into him like someone finding blissful relief in the shade. she is not suited to the sun any more than he is. ]

He isn't here. But I'll let him know to give us space. [ it's still surreal to be able to do such a thing. to ask another for something and have even a sliver of faith that they will listen to her. every time, it unsettles her, the sense that it shouldn't be this easy. ] I won't move. I'll wait right here for you.