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[spellslots]

You barely know him!

[Maybe if Lucretia had spent as much time with Rin as Taako had, he might take her opinion more seriously, but he just feels like she made a snap judgement that she won't back down from.]

[scholiast]

Every time we talk he just ends up negging me until I don't know what else to say to him! How am I supposed to know him?

(So maybe she's stubborn, and is annoyed with herself for being overly cautious? Sue her.)

[spellslots]

He's not negging you, fuck.

[Does Rin even know what negging is?]

Maybe he's actually like, trying to be nice.

[scholiast]

Well he– I–

(She huffs, irritated.)

I don't want to talk about this.

[spellslots]

Nah, nah, nah, c'mon.

[That was very "Garyl" for a second there.]

Let's fucking get into it, what's your real issue with him?

[scholiast]

(Lucretia exhales hard and pinches the bridge of her nose.)

This is stupid.

I just– there's something going on with him, that's all. I want to know what it is.

[spellslots]

Everyone's got shit going on with them, you know that, right? I'm a fucking murderer lying about my face.

[So there's. that.]

He doesn't owe us shit.

[scholiast]

About your– face? What?

(Explain.)

I know that. Obviously I'm not going to probe!

[spellslots]

Wonderland. Traded away my beauty.

[The reason he can say it so plainly is because he can't quite remember to care, but... there it fucking is.]

[scholiast]

(Lucretia feels a sad little pang at that, because she knows how much that would have meant to him.)

Wonderland can get fucked.

[spellslots]

Yeah, no fucking shit, bubbale.

[He's angry at Lucretia, about sending them in there, but he doesn't have the energy for that now.]

I told Eddie but like, I dunno. What if Rin actually gives a shit? Or gets pissed that I've been cat-fishing him this whole time?

[scholiast]

(Lucretia isn't sure how to answer this for a moment. She lets the question hang in the air for a beat, considering. It's probably not what he wants to hear, but it is the truth.)

If he does, he isn't worth it Taako.

[spellslots]

[It's maybe not quite the answer he'd like to hear, but.]

Yeah, I know.

[It's... odd, having some kind of baseline to compare to, knowing that things are going to develop with Kravitz when he returns back to Fearun.]

Can you like, give him a chance? You don't gotta like him but can you not go into every conversation thinking he's being nasty or whatever?

[scholiast]

(Lucretia has to internally wrestle with herself for a moment over this because her impulse is to refuse, but she's supposed to be trying to patch things up with Taako. That, and she knows she's being ridiculous. It's hard to admit that she might have been wrong, something that she kind of hates about herself.)

I...

(SIGH.) Okay. I'll play nice. (For a dear family member, she can begrudge anything.)

[spellslots]

Thanks, Luce.

[He's quiet for a moment, not quite sure what else to say.]

Uh, you think it'd be a bad idea to trance while I'm high?

[scholiast]

Uh, potentially?

I feel like you're going to give it a try no matter what I say, though.

[spellslots]

[A little petulantly:] I'm tired.

[And thinking is hard. Meditating means not thinking.]

[scholiast]

Sleep, then. Or trance, whatever's good. I'll talk to you later.

(Probably not.)

[spellslots]

[Rather than respond with words, Taako just hums an affirmative, as if pleased to have her permission to nap. There's shuffling sounds as he gets comfortable, and then just before he hangs up, he mutters, without thinking:]

Love you, Luce.

[And the feed cuts]