PC WITH PRIMROSE

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[commedia]

[A LITTLE HUFF]

Don't worry. No chocolate here.

[But here is some tea!]

[femmefinale]

I think I'll be a little weary of it for some time. [ With a huff of her own, thouh her expression lightens gratefully as she takes the cup. ]

[commedia]

Mmm. It was delicious, but I can agree with you there.

[And a low sigh.]

Well...all's well that ends well, at least?

[commedia]

Ahaha, do I? You flatter me, truly.

[They splay a hand on their chest, obviously touched.]

[femmefinale]

... I think we could have afforded to do better. But I suppose there's also no point in lingering on what we cannot change.

[commedia]

That is true. To be stuck in one's past...well, it has its uses, I suppose. Like reminding yourself why you'd want to pursue a journey of revenge, for one.

[A meaningful look.]

[femmefinale]

[ And she gazes calmly back ]

Yes, something similar. Though I doubt I could forget, even should I wish to.

W2 POST EXECUTION

[commedia]

[Here Douman is, admiring some red flowers among the rest in the biome. When Primrose approaches, they turn, smiling down at her.]

...Came here for the quiet?

[femmefinale]

[ wow good thing Primrose doesn't know those flower meanings you morbid sir ]

I did, yes. I'm afraid I've no words of comfort to offer others.

[commedia]

[A PERSON IS DEAD, ITS FITTING]

Mmmm. Admittedly? I'm very bad at that, too. So I understand.

[femmefinale]

[ A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE ARE DEAD SOMEHOW ]

Really? You speak so poetically, I'm a little surprised to hear that.

[commedia]

Just because one speaks poetically doesn't mean that the emotions behind the words will always be just right.

[A sigh.]

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose offers them a smile. ]

That's fair enough. If nothing else, I don't think either of us are expected to reassure each other.

[commedia]

[A shrug.]

True, but it feels wrong, yes? And I am a priest, after all. My silence says more than words ever do.

[femmefinale]

Your expressions, when you deem to show them, do just as much. You were rather troubled today, were you not?

[ A shrug of her own. ]

[commedia]

...

I suppose I was. Though I can't say I can explain exactly why.

[femmefinale]

Is there a need to explain exactly why?

[ Primrose lifts an eyebrow, gazing at the flowers now. ]

I think perhaps just accepting that you felt that way at all is fine.

[commedia]

[Douman lets out an amused noise.]

Ahaha. People are usually curious, so I just expect it, that's all.

[femmefinale]

Human nature, I suppose.

... However, there are things I feel that I'd rather not explain. Things I don't think I could put into words, even if I wished to. Asking others to clarify their own feelings would be rather hypocritical of me.

[ And she's not fond of hypocrites. ]

[commedia]

...You're right, though. Sometimes, feelings cannot be explained, or put into words. They simply...are.

[And they smile.]

You're very considerate, Primrose. Thank you.

[femmefinale]

I'm only stating my stance on it, not seeking to assuage your feelings. I wouldn't consider that kindness or worth being thanked for.

[ Surprise, Primrose is kind of a tsun when it comes to being called nice. ]

[commedia]

Haha, I don't know. It's much more consideration than this humble priest has received in life.

[femmefinale]

... I thought most priests were considered worthy of consideration and respect, by nature of their role.

[commedia]

...

[Douman just falls silent at that, turning to the flowers.]

[femmefinale]

Forgive me. That was presumptuous.

[ So she'll back off. ]