Rosamund knows it's silly to come back so soon. How garish to return to the scene of the crime. But she does come, and she sits miserably on the floor with her head against her own pod because she can't decide where to go. Viktor was the only man in here she'd still call a stranger but one she was getting fond of. And she misses the other four in too great a quantity to pick one or the other to rest against. None of this is fair.
When Arthur finds her she's covered her eyes with both hands, head tilted back and knees up, in a silent lull but no less distraught.]
[god, it hurts to see. hurts that she'd had to be so strong in an impossible situation, and seeing the aftermath now - he's tried to train himself to be cold and callous most of his life, but he can't just pass her by, seeing this. her hands are covering her eyes, so she doesn't see him hovering awkwardly for a few moments before moving towards her and crouching down.]
...Miss Du Prix. Do you - I mean, have you gotten any rest...?
Don't. It's all right. It would have been the same for anyone, right? It's been two weeks. It's so silly to think...it's foolish to think anyone would know each other well.
I didn't know him well. [There's a long heaving sigh, with it the threat of tears. She keeps them at bay with quick blinks and even breaths, though they may return at any moment.] That's the whole problem. I barely got time to know him at all.
And he never told me that he suffering like that. I didn't know until last night. How can I claim to be...it's silly that I'm in here still, making a fuss. I don't know these people.
[Luke. Dahut. Scien. Viktor, and now Eunhyuk. They tug at her heart with different hooks, near equal pulls in opposing directions, and yet they shouldn't have any sway on her at all.]
Really? [There's a sniff. How inelegant. She pats at her nose, but now tears fall anew, even if she's keeping her voice even and her eyes on him.] You don't think I'm being selfish?
[She quiets, still watching him tearfully as her thoughts sift and settle.]
Yes. I think so. [A lump rises in her throat and she only just batters it down.] Dying is a very lonely thing. Even when you're in a place you know. I just didn't want him...I didn't want them to feel alone when they left us.
Nobody should be. [She offers him a smile.] But sometimes, we don't get to choose our fates.
[He has such kind eyes. Very much the brooding type, he is, and so keen to keep a tight lip. She didn't imagine it would be him sitting next to her now, willingly or otherwise.
Her hand finds his and gives it a soft squeeze.]
Thank you, Arthur. For talking to me. And for staying.
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WEEK 1: Sunday
Rosamund knows it's silly to come back so soon. How garish to return to the scene of the crime. But she does come, and she sits miserably on the floor with her head against her own pod because she can't decide where to go. Viktor was the only man in here she'd still call a stranger but one she was getting fond of. And she misses the other four in too great a quantity to pick one or the other to rest against. None of this is fair.
When Arthur finds her she's covered her eyes with both hands, head tilted back and knees up, in a silent lull but no less distraught.]
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...Miss Du Prix. Do you - I mean, have you gotten any rest...?
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Arthur?
[Then just as quickly, bashful. She feels like a mess, dabbing under her eyes to check for tell-tale streaks.]
I'm — well, I've just been sitting for a while. I'm all right. Did you need the room? I can leave if you like, it's no trouble—
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[why is he so bad at this. he takes a breath.]
Is there... anything I can do to help you?
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...Can you sit with me?
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[moving to do so, but hesitating just a moment.]
Is there - I mean, do you need any water, or food, or...?
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[taking a seat, then, unsure of what to say in this situation.]
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Did you know them very well?
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[...]
But you did, I take it. I am - sorry you were forced into this.
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Don't. It's all right. It would have been the same for anyone, right? It's been two weeks. It's so silly to think...it's foolish to think anyone would know each other well.
I barely got to talk to Viktor, even.
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Would it have been the same for anyone? I... do not presume to know him as well as - you seemed to.
[he leaves it unsaid, but he wishes he could have taken this burden for her, given that.]
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And he never told me that he suffering like that. I didn't know until last night. How can I claim to be...it's silly that I'm in here still, making a fuss. I don't know these people.
[Luke. Dahut. Scien. Viktor, and now Eunhyuk. They tug at her heart with different hooks, near equal pulls in opposing directions, and yet they shouldn't have any sway on her at all.]
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Miss Du Prix, if I may - it is a strength to cry over people you may not know well, not a weakness.
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I'm not certain how it could be selfish. Rather, I think... most people would hope someone would care, if they should pass away. Wouldn't you?
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Yes. I think so. [A lump rises in her throat and she only just batters it down.] Dying is a very lonely thing. Even when you're in a place you know. I just didn't want him...I didn't want them to feel alone when they left us.
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You were... remarkably strong. But you should not have been forced to be. I'm sorry, Miss Du Prix.
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Nobody should be. [She offers him a smile.] But sometimes, we don't get to choose our fates.
[He has such kind eyes. Very much the brooding type, he is, and so keen to keep a tight lip. She didn't imagine it would be him sitting next to her now, willingly or otherwise.
Her hand finds his and gives it a soft squeeze.]
Thank you, Arthur. For talking to me. And for staying.
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well, regardless.]
It's nothing.
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[Whether he likes it or not, this is a true kindness he has paid her. Something she hopes to repay one day.
She only hopes there'll be enough time to do so.]