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Roxy's Heart

[There's nothing]

[Nothing]

[Nothingnothingnothingnothingnothing]

[Isn't that wonderful though?]

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[At the very least, the emotions don't get worst. They're just THERE, a constant thrum.]

[And it may be possible for her to realize that this is a lot of water. This is too much water for this to not be a frequently reoccurring thought.]

[The idea doesn't take long to occur to her. After all, an ocean's symbolism is difficult to misinterpret. But she can't do anything productive with that information yet besides acknowledging it.

She tries to keep her pace controlled yet constant.]

[Oceans are hard like that.]

[But she can reach the other structure without incident.]

[It will become apparent now just how OLD the building is, looking more in ruin than anything. There's also a symbol on the side of it.]

[She notes it, but there's not much meaning attached to it.

GONNA SEE IF I CAN CLIMB!!]

[The ruined state gives plenty of footholds.]

[You climb and it's....exhausting. It's really exhausting. You keep trying and trying, keep going forward, keep patient, keep HOPING, but it's never enough.]

[It doesn't matter how long you wait, what you want never comes, this pain, this cycle, it never ENDS.]

[These feelings are more familiar, harder to resist. They belonged to her original self, the girl she was before Kyriakos. Long, painful struggles that always ended in crushed hope and bitter despair.

But Hydra keeps going. She's not that girl any more and she knows it, just as she knows that to succumb to this exhaustion would end in doom rather than peace.]

[You climb and climb and climb and]

[There's the violin playing.]

[And you approach the other building! It's old though, very old, more akin to ruins.]

[And there’s Roxy, wearing a simpler outfit. She’s playing a violin.

R...Roxy?

[She sits down once she's closer, breathing hard, drenched with seawater.]

[She glances over, but she keeps playing and now that Hydra can SEE her, well....that whole body language thing is still a thing.]

[And it's disturbingly apparently how tried and sad she is, standing there, and how she seems so very OLD.]

.....

[Heaving herself up slowly and walking over to touch her shoulder.]

Roxy.

[She stops playing.] Sup Hydra.

[DON'T YOU SUP ME

She looks at Roxy's face, then goes for a hug.]

[She doesn't pull away, she doesn't tense, but she...doesn't respond. She just stands there.]

[Defeated, almost. Also...]

[As soon as contact is made, you’ll feel something akin to a static shock. It’s not exactly painful, but you are hyperly aware of the point of contact. Of how warm the other is, how soft, and the sensation is dramatic enough to be rather distracting. The sensitivity doesn’t seem to want to fade anytime soon, and should it be prolonged too long, it wouldn’t be a surprise to be almost overwhelming.]

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[She jerks, shudders, but keeps holding on for now. Her face presses into the curve of Roxy's shoulder.]

You give better hugs than this, Roxy.

It'll hurt more when you leave.

I'm here now, aren't I?

And you'll leave.

Like everyone does.

I'm still here now. I exist and so do you.

Don't treat me like I'm already gone.

It's only a matter of time.

[Her grip tightens.]

Don't treat me like I'm already gone. That's not fair, Roxy!

LIFE ISN'T FAIR.

[And there's anger in her eyes.]

It doesn't matter what you deserve, what everyone deserves, life will snatch it away from you eventually!

[The hug changes to a shouldergrip and she shakes Roxy, just once.]

You've only got it half right, you idiot!

[You...you do that and she's still mad.]

It's all right! That's what it keeps doing!

It doesn't matter what I do, I end up right back here!

Life takes away, I won't say it doesn't! But life gives us so much, too!

[she's a page of light, can't she draw intense attention to that second bit]

[That she can and there's a flicker of longing in Roxy's body language, but she looks away.]

Only so it can take it away again.

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