reach the residents

[ximilian]

● ● ● REACH THE RESIDENTS

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// VIVECA

Hi, what can I help you with?

// DEGAR

Today was gonna be the day, but they'll never throw it back to you. And by now, you should've somehow realized what you're not to do.

▶ NAV

Comments

[peasant]

[ alina's surprised little exhale crackles through, before it settles into a wry: ]

Sometimes I forget how much you know about each of us. Who we are. Where we came from.

[ calling it unnerving would be doing it a disservice, after the invasion of her privacy in the little palace — after kirigan's deceit and genya's spying, but ... she presses past the small worry, lodging itself in her chest. ]

How did that one appear in your database? From one of the others here?

[vivecai]

... sorry. I know it must be uncomfortable.

[ but she can't exactly help it — the information about each and every member of the team is in her system, and she knows it all without even trying. ]

But I'd rather be forthright about knowing what I do, than try and conceal it.

[ that seems even more uncomfortable to her. but as for alina's question — ]

No. It was already in my database before any of you. It was the home of one member from the previous team.

[peasant]

It's — [ okay? she can't bring herself to blubber out that lie. ] It takes some getting used to. I prefer things to be out in the open, anyway.

[ and not swept into the darkness to be hidden from her, as secrets often are. ]

Did they get to return to it? After everything was said and done?

[vivecai]

Yes... you do seem the type.

[ honest, not someone liking subterfuge and lies. she likes that about alina.

there's a long pause before she answers, quiet and matter-of-fact, ]

No. Their world will have to keep turning without them.

[peasant]

[ alina's surprise stretches into silence, a sinking weight plunging her stomach out from beneath her. a shaky breath crackles on the other end of the earpiece's feed, sifting through her dread before she quietly hazards, ]

They died, didn't they. [ why else would viveca sound so soft, so somber, like speaking of it might disturb a resting memory? ] Because of these missions?

[ really, she had always known it was a possibility, didn't she? but it stirs her insides into a roiling, churning mess of realization all the same — as though only finally, finally feeling the full crushing pressure of what is at stake. ]

[vivecai]

... I'm sorry.

[ the tired apology is confirmation of everything and nothing at the same time — as her words often are, carefully chosen, yet always meaning in full. ]

I didn't mean to — [ to do what? remind alina of the danger they're all in, every time they leave the station? to speak of someone from the previous team? to reveal any of what she's just revealed at all? maybe all three at once. ]

... I wish I could say your safe return is always guaranteed, but — I guess the saying "high risk, high reward" holds true, here. You have much to gain... but just as much to lose.