It is much the same for me. I am home but quite weary, and moving around is difficult, as the corruption has locked some of my joints. Do not worry for me. You have enough on your mind. I will be all right.
I am glad you have made it home, but I am also sorry that you are still suffering as well.
My thoughts have been overwhelming since coming home. Consuming. To remember that there are others who understand helps. You are my friend, friend Dedue, and it is my understanding that friends worry for each other in times of stress. Please accept my worry as I accept yours.
I am the same. It is difficult to work more on my garden here. I have areas here to be cleared still, and I have not had the mind nor the drive to do them.
I have my Eli, but he is restless when staying in one place for too long. It has been… hard to leave my home and go with him. I would not mind the company, if it would not burden you.
[He still spends a good five or ten minutes half-dormant, sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at the wall, willing himself to move. Eventually, he gets up, and slowly makes himself presentable. His body feels like lead, stiff and heavy, so each task is arduous. Finally, though, he leaves the Valentia, breathing fresh air for the first time since the escape. He limps to the tram, which takes him to the city's edge, and walks from there.
It helps, being in the forest, seeing the sun shining and smelling the dying leaves. He starts to feel a bit lighter, his movement a bit easier, even before he reaches Cassius' house.
And the house has flowers surrounding it, too, though they are starting to show the effects of the cooling weather. He looks around for Cassius to see if he's outside, and if not, he will knock on the door.]
[Cassius is outside, Dedue's visitation providing more motivation than he's had in days (weeks?). He's been waiting for a good half hour, sitting on a small bench that has seen better days. Flora has bloomed at his feet, where his worms have burrowed and taken root; he has a whole system in the works underneath his home. It's why when Dedue finally approaches, he's already there, winding his way around his home to meet him.]
Friend Dedue, hello. [He looks a little tired - as much as a floral shell of worms can, anyway. There's a small wilt to his petals, and his colors are a shade faded, but he still greets his friend with a faint smile.
His hands go out on instinct, and then stop just before he makes contact. They hesitate in the air between them for a moment, before he draws them into his chest.] You are alright? Your journey was not too much?
[His face is as stern as ever, but his tone is warm.
His own hands lift toward Cassius, but then he pulls back, and—
Vines wound tight around flesh and metal, thorns digging in, both of them warping, bleeding, crying out for help, and the pain, the pain–
Dedue's hands lower. He'd... Forgotten about that.]
I am alright. It is nice to get outside.
[He looks weary, his left hand is bandaged up, and his posture is crooked since one leg won't fully straighten. His modest clothing covers the rest of his wounds, except for a couple of healing scratches that peek out of his collar, and the warped steel on the back of his right hand.
[Ah. So Dedue feels it, too. That something is wrong between them now. That Cassius had held onto him too tightly and hurt him.
That is… fine. It has to be fine. Cassius doesn’t have the right to make it otherwise.]
Thank you, friend Dedue. [There’s an unsure note to friend now, one slight enough it could be easily missed. Even that seems to have been tainted by Patho-Gen.] I have tried. It has been difficult to clear out the neighboring yards for more space, but it is going, little by little.
[They’d already torn down and cleared the handful of closer buildings, but - Cassius is a greedy thing, and with no one else to live in these homes… it’s free real estate, as his Gardener would say. But... hm. Perhaps they should save a home for guests? It does not feel right to not have a home for Dedue after he’s made the journey.
Something to talk to his Eli about.]
Would you like to come inside? Or - I have a place to sit where you can see the flowers.
The dream he had about Cassius could have just been a dream, but when he woke up, he had an explanation for the cuts that seem to wrap around his arms and body, and the wounds that protrude deeply under his metal plates.
Still, he forgives Cassius.
"I could help with clearing, once I recover a little more."
He considers these options for a moment.
"The fresh air is helping, so let us sit out here."
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It is much the same for me. I am home but quite weary, and moving around is difficult, as the corruption has locked some of my joints.
Do not worry for me. You have enough on your mind. I will be all right.
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My thoughts have been overwhelming since coming home. Consuming. To remember that there are others who understand helps. You are my friend, friend Dedue, and it is my understanding that friends worry for each other in times of stress. Please accept my worry as I accept yours.
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I mostly feel... Numb and tired. I have no desire to do anything, though I know I should.
Do you have an imprinted friend nearby you can call on? I hear it helps. Or I could try to come visit you.
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I have my Eli, but he is restless when staying in one place for too long. It has been… hard to leave my home and go with him. I would not mind the company, if it would not burden you.
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[That takes out some of the effort, and also means it won't take a million years with his current stiff limp.]
If we can muster the energy, I can help you with your garden. If we cannot, we can simply sit together.
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[Somewhere warm, with a view of what flowers he's begun to grow. He thinks he can manage this. Maybe he can even make a bench.]
Please be safe.
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[He still spends a good five or ten minutes half-dormant, sitting on the edge of his bed and staring at the wall, willing himself to move. Eventually, he gets up, and slowly makes himself presentable. His body feels like lead, stiff and heavy, so each task is arduous. Finally, though, he leaves the Valentia, breathing fresh air for the first time since the escape. He limps to the tram, which takes him to the city's edge, and walks from there.
It helps, being in the forest, seeing the sun shining and smelling the dying leaves. He starts to feel a bit lighter, his movement a bit easier, even before he reaches Cassius' house.
And the house has flowers surrounding it, too, though they are starting to show the effects of the cooling weather. He looks around for Cassius to see if he's outside, and if not, he will knock on the door.]
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Friend Dedue, hello. [He looks a little tired - as much as a floral shell of worms can, anyway. There's a small wilt to his petals, and his colors are a shade faded, but he still greets his friend with a faint smile.
His hands go out on instinct, and then stop just before he makes contact. They hesitate in the air between them for a moment, before he draws them into his chest.] You are alright? Your journey was not too much?
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[His face is as stern as ever, but his tone is warm.
His own hands lift toward Cassius, but then he pulls back, and—
Vines wound tight around flesh and metal, thorns digging in, both of them warping, bleeding, crying out for help, and the pain, the pain–
Dedue's hands lower. He'd... Forgotten about that.]
I am alright. It is nice to get outside.
[He looks weary, his left hand is bandaged up, and his posture is crooked since one leg won't fully straighten. His modest clothing covers the rest of his wounds, except for a couple of healing scratches that peek out of his collar, and the warped steel on the back of his right hand.
He looks around.]
This place has come a long way. It's lovely.
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That is… fine. It has to be fine. Cassius doesn’t have the right to make it otherwise.]
Thank you, friend Dedue. [There’s an unsure note to friend now, one slight enough it could be easily missed. Even that seems to have been tainted by Patho-Gen.] I have tried. It has been difficult to clear out the neighboring yards for more space, but it is going, little by little.
[They’d already torn down and cleared the handful of closer buildings, but - Cassius is a greedy thing, and with no one else to live in these homes… it’s free real estate, as his Gardener would say. But... hm. Perhaps they should save a home for guests? It does not feel right to not have a home for Dedue after he’s made the journey.
Something to talk to his Eli about.]
Would you like to come inside? Or - I have a place to sit where you can see the flowers.
idk why i kept brackets. switching to prose lol
Still, he forgives Cassius.
"I could help with clearing, once I recover a little more."
He considers these options for a moment.
"The fresh air is helping, so let us sit out here."