lingeringfear | NPC Inbox: Fear

NPC Inbox: Fear

[Fear's inbox message is simply a crackling of static, with vague thumps here and there. It goes on for about thirty seconds before cutting short, like the sound was snapped off.]

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[ The previous hosts sound... dull but, if it's what worked for them, if it was mutual, then that's all right. It hasn't really been mutual between many of them since Fear opened the Door. She worries her lower lip with her teeth and can taste the dull mint after taste of mouthwash (luuucky find). ]

You'd think you and Hope would be the most prominent of them all. It's what drives humanity. Hope, Fear, Love.

They weren't like you.

[Though that's probably clear by now. Talking about the hosts is sad though, and so Fear takes a moment to reflect on the conversation, on the differences between their former companions and these strange creatures.]

Love, though- Love was stronger then.

[ She rolls her eyes at him. She was more than well aware that the previous hosts weren't like them but that thing on Love gives her a moment to consider what that meant or means. Love is a natural emotion that humans have when certain conditions are met. Most love comes from being part of a family that cares. Then you've got the more special versions, like what she holds for Mello.

Sherlock Syndrome, too. Is that where her affection and care for Fear comes from? Has she been here so long her brain's finally decided to screw her? ]

Yeah, I imagine it would be when you have your family and people you care for by your side instead of absolute strangers and the constant knowing that tomorrow you could hate them or hurt them or love them. Plus, it's not like love is what keeps you out of the hands of your enemy.

All of this is true.

[He nods, solemn.]

We were a community. Not like we are with you- someday, maybe, if enough of you want to stay.

I think most of us would rather stay here, where the people we love can still live, but not if you... not if you just want us here as extras for your survival; not if we're just here to be used, not again. We need honesty and... and, fuck, I don't know.

[ Her gaze lands on the smooth stone. ]

Everything you guys have done, it's ruined people's heads, their ability to trust, to love; it's taken people's will to even live.

A lot of people may want to stay but they may never forgive you for what you've done for your own sakes.

I don't expect forgiveness.

[Let's at least get that part clear. Fear is quiet, considering her words.]

I don't want to use your people when I don't have to. I think many of us feel the same. I'm not proposing that we put all this behind us, I-

[It's a tricky thing to offer in the first place, and ultimately, only relevant if they succeed in not dying horribly, which seems a little far-fetched at the moment. Still, it's a possibility that he hadn't really considered before, mostly because he'd been so focused on survival. What would coexistence even look like?]

-it's just an option.

Could you apologize? Is that an option that's on there, too? Not everyone will forgive what you guys have done but, fuck, just... [ She runs her fingers through her hair, her frustration coming out physically. ]

I don't even know anymore. It doesn't really matter. Nothing does.

I could.

[He sounds sympathetic- less of but I'm not going to, and more of but what would that accomplish?]

Would you even want me to?

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