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[The comm clicks on. Someone sounds tired.]

Do I dare to ask what's happening now? This week has been eventful enough without the sudden burst of new passengers.

[She sighs.]

Alright. I'm just going to go read.

[Vie is in the library, curled up in her usual pile of pillows and making a fair attempt at ignoring all the strangeness.]

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[He glances down at her hand, and allows her touch. Forgive him, Vie, being dead and then abruptly not is somewhat disorienting, even for someone well used to it.]

I'm sorry.

[Rare words, from him. But he means them.]

[She can't reply to that. Vie shakes her head.]

Not your fault.

[She appreciates the words, but can't think much of them. Her eyes sting, tears building and falling before she knows they're there. If he'll allow it, Vie's going to toss her book aside, slink her arms around his neck and just... cling for a bit.]

Where did you go?

[And allow it he does.]

Home.

[Which is a: you know where I went, but I'm being gentle about reminding you because you are part of the Daddypire Fambly.]

[She knows, but Vie dared to hope it was otherwise. The girl rests her head on his shoulder. She's not letting go any time soon. Her next words are in Kirovian.]

Things have changed a lot since you left. I killed a man, went to the brig. Earlier this week I was 5 years old and terrified, yesterday I was male. Today, you're here.

[Consider this confession time.]

[He closes his eyes, lets the cadences of her foreign words wash over him. He's learned enough now that he understands most of what she's said, or at least the general sentiment.]

I regret not being there for you.

[Look, he's also speaking Kirovian! Being dead has no bearing on his mad linguistic skills, apparently.]

[His reply earns a grin. She's still not letting him go though. Godric's got himself a barnacle.]

You're better at my language than I thought. I'm impressed.

[He's okay with being barnacled right now, at least.]

I had a very good teacher, if you recall.

[His smile is crooked, but it's there nevertheless]

The best Kirovian teacher on the boat.

[Also the only Kirovian teacher on the boat. Vie slumps against him.]

I miss you.

And I, you.

[He lifts a hand to her hair. Yep, vampire!pets.]

[Hello. Tearing up now. She's quiet for a bit and then makes herself move, detangling her limbs from around him and sitting back at a slightly safer distance.

Vie does however, not let the contact break. She's scared that if she lets him go, he'll vanish then and there. Wiping her eyes, she offers a small smile.]

I'm like a child when you're around. Always clinging and looking to you for guidance. I knew not to get attached, but I did.

Attachment to others is difficult to live without. In many ways, it makes us who we are, human or vampire. Or valei.

[He pauses, considering his words.]

I've never found it a weakness, to look to others.

If you come to depend on someone, you have to accept that one day they might not be there anymore.

I've been caught unprepared for this far too many times. It would be easier, without this attachment.

[Yeah it's... kinda getting to her a bit.]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

It's the nature of existence. To have something, and to have it taken from you. It doesn't get easier. It isn't meant to. To hurt, to feel, is what allows you also to love.

[It's not a lecture, exactly, if you go by his self-deprecating smile.]

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[commentspam] assume everything said by Vie from here on is Kirovian until specified differently.

[commentspam] pesky kirovian.

[commentspam] you love it.

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