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]

[He is grateful for her attempt to cover up what is an epic case of quadrant flipping, at least in his mind. Eridan nods firmly at her first statement.]

Fine, then I don't wwant to hear any more a' this angst-ridden hoofbeast shit, got it?

[At her second question, he abruptly breaks eye contact, fiddling with his scarf with suddenly nervous hands. When he speaks, it's all a rush of mumbling that's practically unintelligible.]

Imighthavvedoomethefutureaourentirefuckinrace. It's not a big fuckin' deal.

[samantha_grey]

[This look. Eridan. Just. This look.

It isn't the revelation. It's how you said it. After all that talk about angst-ridden hoofsbeat...]

Explain.

[fishdouche]

[Oh but this angst-ridden hoofbeast shit is all a certain fishtroll's fault.]

I--... it wwas after I snapped, alright? I killed Fef an' Kan.

[He shrugs, trying to play off the enormity of what he had actually done.]

An' I might havve blowwn up the matriorb. But our fuckin' session wwas doomed anywway! I don't understand wwhy those fuckin' simpletons are still angry wwith me.

[She's not getting any other explanation unless she presses for it.]

[samantha_grey]

Alright. I get that you killed them. I'm aware of that, and I'm not even that upset about Kanaya. She kind of freaked me out most of the time with that damned chainsaw of hers. But how does blowing up the matriorb end your entire race?

[She's pressing, mostly because she's confused a bit.]

[fishdouche]

I forget these things aren't commonplace.

[He huffs out a breath, steeling himself for the explanation.]

The matriorb wwas like a egg--for the mothergrub, wwho givves birth to the wwrigglers in Alternia. Wwe don't gestate our owwn young like I learned you freaks do. That's fuckin' primitivve.

[samantha_grey]

Ok. [And her tone lost its edge. That made sense.]

You guys really are a bit like bugs then. One queen, but you have to ... no, it doesn't all synch up. And you think you killed the last of them?

Fine.

Species die. That's just how that goes. [Not even a beat skipped.]

[fishdouche]

[Eridan looks up back at the feed, blinking. Wait--she's not screaming, not yelling... She hasn't hung up, hasn't called him any of the vile names that either Fef or Kan have used.]

I knoww I killed the last one. An' I fuckin' meant to do it.

[samantha_grey]

You probably did. I don't doubt it. I really don't care, Eridan. I'm a mule. I can't have kids, at least not the way you've heard about. What do I care if the human race dies out?

I only care if someone I care about dies. What does the rest really matter? You killing Fef bothers me a hell of a lot more than you making it so there won't be more Trolls.

[Besides, it wasn't like they couldn't travel back in time, pick up some fragment of the shattered matriorb, clone it in or alchemize it and then put it in the clone-o-matic. Really, what did death matter in his warped little world...

not that she knew most of that.]

[fishdouche]

[Sam, your reactions are not what Eridan has grown accustomed to expecting, and it's really throwing the troll off his game, even if said game is to lash out before any one else can hurt you. He just nods, inspecting the rings on his fingers, twisting a few of them as he answers.]

Yeah, wwell, you already knoww about that. So no fuckin' sense in goin' into it again.

Are wwe done wwith this little soul-barin' party a' yours?

[samantha_grey]

[She sighed and nodded.]

We're bound to find something more later, but yeah. I think we're done for now. I'll see you around, Eridan.

[fishdouche]

See you soon, Sam.

[It's a promise. He'll be back on form the next time you talk to him.]