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[me_matey]

Well, like... How big are we talkin' here?

[belligerentwarrior]

Big enough I've gotta tell you not to make a scene in public.

[me_matey]

I mean, I just got Majima to give us a high shelf bottle for nothin' so I definitely had better not do that anyways or I'm gonna get my pay docked. -It made sense to her, at least. But there was a definite worried look in her eyes all the same.-

What's goin' on sis?

[belligerentwarrior]

[It was funny, in an almost morbid way, how much easier this has gotten. Freya regardless takes a deep breath in a brief, but still uncharacteristic bit of hesitation.]

Pretty good chance I'm more or less dying. [And just spits it out casually. There wasn't any point to tip-toeing about it.]

[me_matey]

-The whole world seemed to stop, at least within the realm of their shared table. The band kept playing, Dizzy Gillespie's "Sunny Side of the Street", a song that was, ironically, about facing all of the darkness of life with overwhelming optimism. But in May's expression, it was nearly impossible to find any of that optimism...-

[belligerentwarrior]

[More tapping at the table, but this time, there's the barest hint of anxiety to it. It was easier, yes, but all that turmoil was still down there, buried deep away from the surface.]

I've... had this weird thing on my arm for a few weeks, now. It's something that other me had; a curse, kinda. From everything I remember, it's probably gonna turn me into a monster sometime soon. Don't know how long I've got, but I know I've got some time.

[me_matey]

Wait. -Probably more forceful than she'd meant for it to be. She raises her finger, a literal stop, before finishing the rest of her drink, letting it come back down heavily onto the table.-

You said you were gonna die, now you're saying you're just gonna change. So which is it?

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya blinks once, tilting her head slightly to one side. After another drink, she pushes the half-full glass aside and leans on her crossed arms.]

Changing. If you're soulless and mindless you might as well be dead. Kinda worse off, actually.

[me_matey]

Monsters still have souls so I ain't about to hear that from you. -Was this... just denial? But she did seem offended by the assertion.-

It sounds to me like you're just giving up.

[belligerentwarrior]

[Her brow creases, and the corners of her mouth twitch into a scowl.]

Don't you give me that. My past self was obsessed with makin' this thing go away, and I've wracked my brain and a couple others for some magic fix-all ideas. Just 'cause I'm keeping my head on straight doesn't mean I've thrown the fight.

[me_matey]

-She wanted to keep arguing... not because she had a point, but because the part of her that was still so petulantly childish wanted to. Because to do otherwise would be to accept what Freya has, that it's an inevitability, and they needed to prepare for it.

May wilted, slumping into her seat... the argument never came.-

[belligerentwarrior]

[The silence sits heavy between them, and Freya has to fight to keep from reaching for her drink just to do something with it.]

Keep your chin up, yeah? We don't know what'll happen. All those crazy powers I've got showed up way before this thing, and this grand curse of mine's supposed to be the source of all that. Might not work the same, here.

[me_matey]

Yeah... -Damnit... It still didn't feel like enough. 'Wait and see' wasn't a solution she could accept.-

[belligerentwarrior]

[Freya leans back in the booth, watching May quietly for a moment.]

Didn't mean to be that much of a downer after our little make-up session. Thought you should know.

[me_matey]

It's... It's okay. I've survived a lot. And so have you. So... We're gonna be okay...

... Aren't we?