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[psychedelica]

[ he's coming back from the kitchen when he stumbles upon Cardia, quite by accident - but they share the same suite, so he supposes it was inevitable. ]

You... What are you doing out here? I thought you'd be sleeping by now.

[ she didn't seem like the type to deal with death and body-searching well. Hikage, for his part, looks relatively fine - maybe a little tired. More noticeable is the tray he seems to have been carrying back to his room, which has on it a tea kettle and a few cups, as well as a small plate seating some round, dessert-looking snacks. ]

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[psychedelica]

It's fine. It doesn't bother me anymore.

[ maybe it should, but it doesn't. he just wants it to end. ]

Being dead is lonely, and cold. It's like... being at the bottom of a deep, dark lake. You were granted life, even though you shouldn't be alive. If I were you, I'd be grateful.

[discardia]

I just... have to make sure I don't hurt anyone else.

[ in a murdergame. It's probably fine. ]

[psychedelica]

I don't think that'll be hard for you.

[ she seems really harmless, frankly, which might be why Hikage can talk to her like this. There's a familiarity in her innocence. ]

[discardia]

... I'll do my best.

[ but also-- ]

Also, thank you for the snack. I should probably get back to my partner now.

[psychedelica]

- Yeah. My tea's getting cold, anyway.

[ whoops, getting distracted by the interesting homunculus girl next door... he stoops to pick up his tray again, then heads towards his room. ]

Night.