[ that is...a strange thing she'll have to get used to. but in katniss' time of mourning, misaki figures that she'd better just listen to what she says for today. she'll go back to using '-san' subconsciously again. eventually. ]
Ah... That would have been an appropriate goodbye from you.
[ even though it wasn't his fault. in the end, mako had only acted out of self-defense. truthfully, riku should've known better before getting himself killed by mako's hand, and misaki holds some resentment for him because of that. she was never too close to either of them, but seeing katniss' pain makes her hurt, too. ]
I'll get a glass of water for you as well. Stay here.
Yeah. Instead, I yelled at him. And in return I got an apology and a scarf.
[ riku. right. they'd butted heads one too many times--no wonder katniss had been suspected from the start. she hadn't exactly made a secret of that fact; but... she hadn't wanted riku dead. there's no one here katniss wants--or wanted--to see dead (aside from maybe walter, because fuck that guy).
then again... maybe she and riku hadn't gotten along well because they were similar. huh. just like her and haymitch all over again... ]
... thanks, Misaki.
[ she sounds so tired. misaki's absence will, at least, result in her dwelling on the trial. how they'd hurled accusations at her. how, when things got too heated, mako had stepped in. how he'd defended her.
katniss clutches the plate so tight her knuckles turn white. ]
[ misaki hadn't exactly liked riku, either. in her eyes, he had a weird sense of justice, a strange way of differentiating right from wrong. misaki is firm, feet planted in the ground firm, about her morals and perhaps that is one of her weaknesses but--at least katniss wasn't obnoxious about it. that's probably why they get along. ]
Here you are.
[ she presents katniss with a glass of water, straight from the tap. ]
That scarf from Mako-san was important to him, wasn't it? He left you with the most important thing he had left... That's how close you two were.
[ by the time misaki returns, katniss has eaten at least a few bites. it's good. it's even better than the stuff they make in the capitol, somehow. maybe it's because the people here give a damn, and it shows. and she's grateful for it, she just... doesn't know how to show it other than with a thank you.
she's stroking the scarf idly, and it take her a moment to take the glass. to pull her hand away from the material. it's therapeutic, the shift of her fingers against the red, and she nods. her face crumples up a bit, and she has to take another moment. tell herself to take a sip of water.
it helps soothe her throat, at least. ]
... yeah. We were... a lot alike, but not in an obnoxious way. [ they'd had stupid arguments, but who doesn't? katniss takes another sip of water. ] We both practically raised our siblings. He was a firebender. I'm the Girl on Fire.
[ she listens to katniss speak, and there's a poignant sadness that settles in her heart. the bonds that people make here are so fragile--that realization is just starting to settle in. anyone could go at any moment. and while some of the others here have become accustomed, perhaps desensitized to murder itself, this is new territory for misaki. one she would have never expected to cross in her life. and yet, here we are. ]
You both had an incredibly strong bond, didn't you? [ a faint smile. ] That scarf...it must have been his way of trying to keep it and transcend the afterlife. Such a sentiment...it's hard to think about, and yet...
[ misaki shakes her head. ] Aah, I'm not making much sense, am I? [ she scratches the back of her head. ]
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[ that is...a strange thing she'll have to get used to. but in katniss' time of mourning, misaki figures that she'd better just listen to what she says for today. she'll go back to using '-san' subconsciously again. eventually. ]
Ah... That would have been an appropriate goodbye from you.
[ even though it wasn't his fault. in the end, mako had only acted out of self-defense. truthfully, riku should've known better before getting himself killed by mako's hand, and misaki holds some resentment for him because of that. she was never too close to either of them, but seeing katniss' pain makes her hurt, too. ]
I'll get a glass of water for you as well. Stay here.
HEY STOP THAT YOU FUCKER
[ riku. right. they'd butted heads one too many times--no wonder katniss had been suspected from the start. she hadn't exactly made a secret of that fact; but... she hadn't wanted riku dead. there's no one here katniss wants--or wanted--to see dead (aside from maybe walter, because fuck that guy).
then again... maybe she and riku hadn't gotten along well because they were similar. huh. just like her and haymitch all over again... ]
... thanks, Misaki.
[ she sounds so tired. misaki's absence will, at least, result in her dwelling on the trial. how they'd hurled accusations at her. how, when things got too heated, mako had stepped in. how he'd defended her.
katniss clutches the plate so tight her knuckles turn white. ]
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Here you are.
[ she presents katniss with a glass of water, straight from the tap. ]
That scarf from Mako-san was important to him, wasn't it? He left you with the most important thing he had left... That's how close you two were.
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she's stroking the scarf idly, and it take her a moment to take the glass. to pull her hand away from the material. it's therapeutic, the shift of her fingers against the red, and she nods. her face crumples up a bit, and she has to take another moment. tell herself to take a sip of water.
it helps soothe her throat, at least. ]
... yeah. We were... a lot alike, but not in an obnoxious way. [ they'd had stupid arguments, but who doesn't? katniss takes another sip of water. ] We both practically raised our siblings. He was a firebender. I'm the Girl on Fire.
[ she tries for a laugh. it falls flat. ]
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You both had an incredibly strong bond, didn't you? [ a faint smile. ] That scarf...it must have been his way of trying to keep it and transcend the afterlife. Such a sentiment...it's hard to think about, and yet...
[ misaki shakes her head. ] Aah, I'm not making much sense, am I? [ she scratches the back of her head. ]