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fifteen ► live through

[dictated]

[Lloyd's tone is decidedly different today-- quiet and intense on the edges. It's appropriate for someone who is, well, grieving.]

If anyone needs some woodwork done, I'm open. [He really needs something to keep his hands occupied...] I'll consider requests for other materials, depending on what it is. Prices are negotiable. Just let me know what you want and we'll talk about it.

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[Filtered to Zelos]

Hey, are you too busy for a spar?

[Maybe if he trains to exhaustion, he'll stop looking down to make sure there isn't a dead body laying in his arms.]

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[ah... there's a pause. Pretending she's okay would probably just make Lloyd feel worse, so.. honesty it is] No... and I'm worried about you.

You don't have to come back, I could come see you?

Oh... [His cheeks heat up, and he's glad she can't see it.] Sorry I worried you.

Uh, but you can come see me. [UGH WHY DOES HE SOUND SO DUMB? WHY CAN'T HE JUST SAY COOL THINGS WHEN COLETTE IS LIKE THIS?]

I-It's okay, you don't have to be sorry. [hehe, almost like the roles are reversed]

Okay. Then I'll be there in a little bit.

[More like he's stuttering because he made her worry and that's not supposed to happen.]

Meet you in the garden. I need some fresh air, anyway.

[Lloyd can be found pretty easily in a garden of flowers. He's the blob of red hunched over a nice park bench, elbows on his knees. He's either depressed or falling asleep. Could be a mixture of both at this point.]

[when Colette walks into the garden, she pauses when she sees him sitting like that. She waits for a moment, deciding what to do. How can she help, how can she... finally after that moment,s he just decides to do what comes naturally.

So, she'll walk over and sit down next to Lloyd. And then quickly, gently she reaches over to give him a hug]

[He looks up as he hears her approach, but doesn't bother stopping the hug. It does surprise him-- she must've seen how he looked, he thinks wryly-- but then he folds her into the hug. Maybe this is just what he needs.

What they both need.]

... Colette, [he murmurs into her hair.] ... hey.

H-Hi... [and if he's not letting go, she's not letting go either, she rests her head on his shoulder, and closes her eyes]

I'm sorry.

[Hell no he's not letting go. After being haunted by carrying one of his friends to a sad grave, he's in need of hugs. They all are. Losing Yuan was a shock. Even if he comes back, they'll never be the same. And they can't rely on things like that... it's wrong.]

Stop apologizing-- [He knows exactly why, though, and wills his voice not to crack.] -- you dork.

[His hand on Colette's back tightens, wrinkles the fabric, not enough to be clingy but still a needy sort of gesture.]

I...

[He lets out a breath. What was he saying?]

If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. I haven't kept my promise. I haven't found a way off this world.

[she smiles softly when he calls her a dork, and closes her eyes. Lloyd... Oh Lloyd. She truly is sorry... sorry that he had to be the one to carry Yuan's body, sorry that she wasn't there with everyone else when they found him. Sorry... so sorry. But of course, Lloyd brushes it off and says it so readily that she has nothing to apologize for. It makes her heart warm, but ache with sympathy all at once]

[and then, she's a little surprised to hear his apology. She shakes her head slightly, because they're so close, and pats his back in return]

It's okay. You don't have to be sorry either...

[she considers elaborating, but she's thinking right now that fewer word make a stronger statement]

[Lloyd is very still. They may have come to a sort of understanding where neither one has to apologize, but it's still... unfortunate. It doesn't help the situation. Nothing will, right now, except being in each other's company.

It doesn't change the facts. For once, Lloyd is unable to do the impossible.]

I want to go home.

[He lets out a small scoff, the ghost of a self-deprecating laugh.]

I miss Dad waving to me from the porch. I miss hiking up the hill and seeing the village and being able to tell when someone was baking bread. I miss— I miss everything.

... You miss it too, right?

[she nods... and there's a pause before speaking. Normally she would want to keep these thoughts to herself, but his memories trigger her own and just... Maybe saying it would be best]

Mm hm... I miss the flowers around Iselia, and Genis's cooking.... The school house, the priests, and all the people we met on our journey.

[a soft sigh escapes, and she's quiet for a moment. When she talks again though, her voice sounds genuinely hopeful]

We'll be able to go home. I don't know when, and it might be a really long time... but we will. No one stays here forever.

[Definitely. It won't hurt anything. And having some kind of validation for what he's feeling will help him feel more at home and less like a whiny little boy.]

I miss them, too.

[Even in the face of very real, very terrifying death and the reality of the situation, Colette hasn't lost her hope. And neither has Lloyd. He just gets a little tired sometimes. It's okay not to pretend all the time. It's okay to cry, to laugh, to smile, to be angry.

It's okay.

He hugs her a little tighter for a moment, and then pulls back and looks into her eyes.]

We're going home, [he says firmly.] Maybe not right now, but we're definitely going home-- and we're going together. I don't care what anyone says, or how much hell we have to go through to get there.

I'm not leaving you behind.

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[for a moment, there's the slightest hint of hesitation. She wants to believe Lloyd's words so badly. But when she had been talking, she had honestly been thinking of him. Of course, she would go home eventually (she always believed that), but somewhere in the back of her mind she always assumed the others would go first. She told herself that was for the best! After all, she would never want to leave anyone behind here, so it's okay that she's stayed for so long.

But did assuming that... did that mean she didn't believe Lloyd's promise? that thought makes her feel ashamed. How could she doubt Lloyd, after everything?

So.. even though it's scary (twice, he'd gone home. Martel once, Raine once, Sheena once, Zelos more than all of those combined), that hesitation turns to trust. She nods, and smile]

Okay. I believe you, Lloyd.

[Any remaining doubt is washed away when he hears those words. Colette would never lie about something like this. And having someone believing in him makes it easier to believe himself. More than half the time, he tends to rush headfirst into things without a clearly-defined plan. He sure as hell doesn't have one right here.

But Colette is depending on him. Everyone is depending on him, and he can depend on them, too. No one has to suffer this place alone. They can still do something.

His expression softens, and he looks down.]

... A-are you okay now?

[she nods, and gives a soft smile back. Trust Lloyd to really... really truly make this whole place feel brighter]

Mm hm. What about you?

[Lloyd manages to grin, a touch shy.]

Yeah. [He lets her go, finally.] ... Thanks. [He's not sure why he's thanking her, but he feels like he needs to.]

[hm, she feels peaceful as she closes her eyes and shakes her head] I feel like I should be the one saying thank you.

So... thank you too, Lloyd.

[He blushes a little more.] Hahah... then we're even.

[mm! she nods! hearing that makes her happy... and a bit of that weight of uselessness that hs been clawing at her lately lifts] I'm glad.

[with this happy feeling lingering, she goes towards a new topic with more enthusiasm] Has anyone asked you to make anything?

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