week 3 ( saturday );

[reidentify]

[Well, everything is a mess.

But Lief has wanted to talk to Vriska about something all day, regardless of the trial's outcome, and... in the end, the results haven't changed that. (And he has to focus on this, or else he'll be overwhelmed.)

So, as soon as he finds Vriska alone—]

You are the item role.

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i don't know

[reidentify]

[He gives Vriska a pointed look.]

Magilou swore to secrecy the last time I asked anything of her, and she has yet to lie to me, which makes her more trustworthy than some.

[Himself included, since he hasn't exactly been the pinnacle of honesty (see: lying about his name), but.]

For all intents and purposes, you are, unless you are saying you will go out of your way to avoid them.

[And he knows she has no real reason to do that.]

suffering, probably

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska snarls at him without sound, her expression twisting with a fury that bares her fangs. ]

Fuck you, Lief! You think I'm enjoying this? You think I'm having fun? You think I fucking love watching my friends drop dead around me?! Because I fucking don't, you enormous jackass! I hate this!

[ Her voice breaks, and Vriska ducks her head. She'll start tugging on her hair, the motions short and sharp and more like a tic than anything deliberate. ]

If all you've got left to do is preach at me about what a terrible person I am, get in fucking line.

sounds about right

[reidentify]

[...

He sighs.]

That was not my intention, Vriska. If I am on edge, it is—not at you, personally. [Well, maybe a little personally. Sorry.] I do not think you are that sort of person. But the fact of the matter is that, unless you intend to end the game in this week, you cannot avoid having to target someone I care about.

And all my point was that if I am asked to look the other way and deliberately not do anything to avenge them, then at least grant me the right to confide in one person.

[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska is quiet for a long moment. She doesn't look up at him, but the tugging on her hair slows. ]

... I'm sorry, Lief. I am just a little stressed out right now. You're not wrong, and I know that.

You may tell Magilou. I'm putting my life in your hands, and hers, too.

[reidentify]

It seems that it goes both way. [...] And for what it is worth, I hope that you and your fellow Sirens get along—though I will not ask you to confirm that, of course.

[But he hopes that Vriska can at least find solace with them, if no one else.]

[hypertoxic]

... something like that, [ she'll mutter, and the tugging on her hair stops entirely.

With a great big sigh Vriska will sit up straight and tug her hair back over her shoulders, then fix him with a look. ]

I am still really gross from tackling Laura, so I am going to clean off. Go let Magilou know what's happening. You'll be able to find me if you need me, but I am going to stay away from the village for most of the week. If it's urgent, let Jinah know. She'll know where I am.

[reidentify]

... Very well. Try and get some rest, Vriska.

[hypertoxic]

Rest? [ That gets a laugh. ] I'm a ghost, Lief. I don't sleep. But I appreciate the sentiment!