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[avephoenix]

"Yeh." It's resigned, said with a pout. Crow should have a sky to fly through and a horizon to chase. Doesn't mean she doesn't miss him, but still. She can be happy for him, believing he's back home and with his friends. "Miss him an' his jokes. At least Mr. Skeleton tells good jokes."

(Sans may not be here to hear that, but she really does like calling him Mr. Skeleton.)

It's not the same, but it's something.

"'M going to find gifts for Hope and Sorrow, tell 'em I'm sorry, even if it wasn't me." It's just what she does, how she is. She wants to make right someone else's wrongs, especially since they were born of her. "They're not bad, y'know?"

[dedikated]

"He tells jokes," Kate echoes. Whether they're good is up for debate. Kate places the notebook and pen on the floor, turning her head towards Faith, raising a hand to Faith's hair, running her fingers through it without much thought. Easy. Natural. If they weren't surrounded by all the little reminders that they're in an alien city, it would almost feel as though they were back in one of their flats, discussing things after a day working.

"They're just... diff'rent," she mutters, eventually. Whether that means they are bad, or they're not, she's never entirely sure. "Dunno about Sorrow but Hope's... fine." It's a concession, one she's able to make after everything. He's alright.

She's just not prepared to trust them fully, not yet. Not entirely convinced they won't wake up with the figurative knives in their backs if they do.

[avephoenix]

Faith pouts. "I think they're good." The pout fades away at Kate's touch. Yes, it feels normal, like home. It's a nice reprieve from all that's happened lately.

She'll take 'different' -- it means Kate doesn't outright hate them. It's something. If the rest of the people here could think of them as different rather than antagonistic, maybe... maybe everything would be better.

Creatures are just different too, after all. And superhumans.

"Sorrow's lovely. He's-- he takes care of the others, y'know? Watches over 'em. Makes hard choices 'cause 'e watched 'em die and doesn't want to see that again."

[dedikated]

Well, you've always been odd, Faith. Kate exhales as Faith talks. It's easy to dismiss and fear the things that are different, their kind - their old work - is more than enough proof of that. Growing up hearing that Creatures were malevolent and dangerous because of what they can do, only to find that they're just trying to live. Sure, assholes exist in their community, but assholes exist among humans and superhumans too.

Her head tilts back. "He's their leader?" In other words. She can relate to those thoughts, both of them can. It's something that doesn't need to be said, just left as is in the way Kate's hand runs through Faith's hair and the lilt of her voice at that question.

She waits long enough to get her answer to that question before musing further. "Problem is they could be our biggest obstacle in gettin' home. Don't want to start a war with them. Dunno what else we can do if they decide to keep us here."

[avephoenix]

This is true, why deny it. Hence why Faith embraces it, just like she embraces the differences she's come to understand a little better after all these years.

"Sort of? Not really." It hadn't sounded like that to her. "More like... their team mum."

No, no more wars. Not unless they're really and truly inevitable, and even then... well. She'll do what needs to be done. She and Kate have gotten good at that. "Hope an' Delight tried to send us home once. Must bee that some of 'em want to keep us all here, while others know that some people've got nowhere else to go." Faith shrugs, shutting her eyes. "It might work out for all of us, in the end."

[dedikated]

"Havin' a hard time imagining him packing their lunches and sendin' 'em to school." Kate offers something akin to a grin, something between all the seriousness in the air. It's inevitable that they'll end up doing something dislikeable. Whether that means they have to stay, play the good little battery cells or find a way to fight. Whether it means everyone has to go home or nobody does-

Who knows.

People have been doing shit they don't want to for eons. Kate doesn't want to stay, but nor does she particularly want to fight the gods. It's already been proven that they need something more than the kind of attacks they're most used to.

"How long can we stay here?" She doesn't bother to voice that it's more likely they're convenient food sources rather than any empathy making some of the gods want to keep them, it's too obvious an opinion to weigh down the conversation. "Even s'posing time isn't moving back home-" which seems to be the case, if they both turned up with six months time in the cave and nothing back home, "- not the place to make a life for most of us, here. Start playin' families or forgettin' our own." Forgetting what they have to do. Coming back with things they can't explain - loss of skills they're not using, development of new ones. After nearly a year, these things weigh heavy on Kate's mind. She can't deny she's changing here, that certain memories of people back home are getting harder to grasp for, that she has no idea how she's going to explain how she suddenly got so much better at stitching up skin or how she knows archery now.