[They meet at the planetside racetrack! Rosamund is inspecting one of the aircrafts with shiny eyes, but she gives a bright wave when she spots Blade approaching.]
It's you! Hello! Have you come to place some bets?
[ The planetside racetrack is noisy; not exactly a place Blade finds himself excited about being. But, he doesn't quite care about the noise too much. ]
...I'm not a betting man. I simply haven't explored the majority of places on planet as of yet.
[ There's a small pause in consideration. Then, he asks: ]
[ We are fortunate that this is affection week because he otherwise would not shake a hand, but here he is, reaching out to thinly grasp it for a brief shake, and then letting go. ]
I remember you as the one who wanted to face me off at the arcade.
The way they're trapped here. You talked to some of the dead this week too, didn't you? [She looks to him, frowning.] Death is...different for me, where I'm from. I'm not sure which ending I'll get when I go.
But I also don't think I can stay here for much longer. I still feel wretched. Just wretched.
[She doesn't know him terribly well, but the emotion of the day spurs her forward nonetheless. Rosamund moves in and takes his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze.]
Have you been well? We could see some things, but not everything.
[ Blade startles, feeling her hands around his, and tenses, before drawing them away. He's still not used to...that. People being touchy-feely.
He then looks down at his hands, as if confused by the sensation. ]
...I'm alive. That is enough.
Some do not have the opportunity, to move forward. To make the most of the time that they have. You must have watched us do our best to do either one of those things. And for what you did not witness, I doubt it would always be to anyone's satisfaction.
[Ah. Probably stepping on toes there. She doesn't make a fuss, clasping her hands at her front instead of making any further moves.]
...Well that's one way of putting it. [She fidgets.] I know that you got swept up on one of those missions, or random rifts. Have you been feeling all right since?
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WEEK 4: Monday
It's you! Hello! Have you come to place some bets?
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...I'm not a betting man. I simply haven't explored the majority of places on planet as of yet.
[ There's a small pause in consideration. Then, he asks: ]
Is this sort of event to your liking?
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[She leaves the vehicle for now, drawing closer to her fellow crewmate.]
You know, I don't believe we've been properly introduced? I'm Rosamund, Rosamund du Prix.
[she extends a hand to him.]
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...Blade.
[ We are fortunate that this is affection week because he otherwise would not shake a hand, but here he is, reaching out to thinly grasp it for a brief shake, and then letting go. ]
I remember you as the one who wanted to face me off at the arcade.
week 4, post-trial
Though, is that a good thing or a bad thing? Only time will tell. ]
So, it seems you're still alive.
You've been told of the conclusion of the trial already, haven't you?
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I have. I guess that wasn't such a surprise.
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[ Blade starts with light laughter at that; though it is more of a dark sort than anything else. ]
It was, in a sense. Since you're still here and the revelations unraveled in an instant...
But, do you still crave death, Rosamund?
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[She purses her lips.]
I would prefer to die at home.
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I see...
What's changed your mind, hm?
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But I also don't think I can stay here for much longer. I still feel wretched. Just wretched.
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...If anyone can stay, they would be more lost than any single one individual could be.
[ He can't quite imagine anyone to enjoy this...never. Though, it certainly isn't impossible. ]
WEEK 6: Saturday
Oh! Hello again, Blade.
[Her smile is wan but sincere. There's been a lot of crying today.]
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He is just not that type of man. That does not mean he is ungrateful, however.
A slight nod at her. And then, albeit awkwardly: ]
...Hm. It's been awhile.
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[She doesn't know him terribly well, but the emotion of the day spurs her forward nonetheless. Rosamund moves in and takes his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze.]
Have you been well? We could see some things, but not everything.
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He then looks down at his hands, as if confused by the sensation. ]
...I'm alive. That is enough.
Some do not have the opportunity, to move forward. To make the most of the time that they have. You must have watched us do our best to do either one of those things. And for what you did not witness, I doubt it would always be to anyone's satisfaction.
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...Well that's one way of putting it. [She fidgets.] I know that you got swept up on one of those missions, or random rifts. Have you been feeling all right since?
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But then again, he does recall that the dead could see certain things; and others could pass on information as they like. ]
Fortunately...I no longer feel adversely from the mission, of which there was much to in the first place.
All things considered, that is one of the best outcomes to hope for. Especially for what unknowns await us ahead.