crystal; open

[inagutterson]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Yngvi
RECIPIENT: Open
WHAT: If you had the chance to change your fate...
WHEN: Backdated to closer to the start of the year (life why are you like this)
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: Likely to get into some Carta things as well as discussion of less than ideal childhoods and mercy killings. Hit me up if you have concerns/want to skirt around things.

How d'you leave a thing if a thing was always you? [Not the best opening line, he needs to back up a bit.  Compared to last time on the crystals where it was putting on an old pair of boots that don't fit right now, it's not as bad as before.  Less sharp.  Just someone deflated as if they've been trying to climb a thing only to consider their stamina for the venture.]  Like say you grew up with a story taught in the cold, dark, damp but it was all yours in your bones same as that thing so even if it was full of knives those are your knives, and you're not some soft thing. And the story was about some siblings who go out one day by the docks. One get gets caught in a rope and the other one ties themselves to it to haul the other in but they both drown. They get called sentiment and hope.

[Carta bedtime stories aren't like your typical bedtime stories.  Yngvi is aware of that, thanks, the embarrassed almost laugh gives it away.]

So say that was your bedtime story, and you-- you were complicit in big things but you grew up that way so you were a kid, and you ate all your siblings because otherwise they ate you... how do you leave? I mean can you? Or do things grind you up to dust and swallow you down instead?

Comments

[limier]

No one gets what they deserve.

[ not ungently. telling him that he deserves freedom — it would be true. true as it's true that it doesn't matter. there's what they deserve, and what they receive, and how cruel is it then? to imply the others didn't, that so many others don't?

(does einar tell himself he deserves this?)

no one gets what they deserve. but maker, yngvi will get what they can give. ]

There will be a way. If this is what you want — there will be a way. We will find it.

[ not a thing she ought to promise. not a thing easily taken, and the fruits of his ties not easily given up. this could hurt the inquisition, if poorly-done. could strain their presence here.

but what good is a dead man? a dead friend? he's different than he was already. he's grown. but if this escalates, it will only be in one direction. ]

You begin by laying out the knives. All of them, bare. From there, we may see which way they turn.

[inagutterson]

Singing one of the songs of my childhood. Y'know what's funny? [It's not funny, his voice is very flat.] The other times it was about getting what you deserve but I wasn't clear on who was deserving there.

[Well, not him. First and foremost of his fathers made that plain when he was just good enough but never quite enough.]

Into backs. Between ribs. Like...a lot of people do stuff they aren't comfortable with who am I to say, oh sorry not for me, it's my family. Dwarves aren't meant to care and it's paid off well enough that I know how it looks no matter how I slice it.

[Fun thing about selfish as an accusation. It works. It works devastatingly well with someone who spent too long thinking anything for himself was automatically that.]