IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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[fishdouche]

[After a moment, Eridan turns on the video feed, not looking at the screen as he fidgets with one end of his scarf, worrying it in his hands sheepishly. Even he has moments of clarity when he realizes just how much of an overdramatic fuck he is. And that other people have real problems.

But it's the affirmation that she gives a damn about him that has him embarrassed and a bit ashamed for jumping to conclusions.]

I didn't knoww wwhat to think, Sam. I mean, fuck, it ain't like I'm any good at this shit either. An' you SAID it was a experiment, so howw wwas I supposed to knoww you didn't mean it like that.

An' far as murder goes, I--... culled people before. Trolls that didn't deservve it. That finless fuck, Sol, he deservved wworse than gettin' a little bump on the head, but Fef... evven if she wwasn't listenin' to goddamned reason, she didn't deservve to die.

So I guess wwe'vve both got our secrets.