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[ eyebrows go up and stay up. she looks a little younger when her brow isn't constantly furrowed. ]

Hey—I left that at...

My grave. It's important to you, isn't it? Will you tell me about it?

[ taking the cross between her fingers. the light gleams off it as she thumbs over the edges, looking like she's somewhere else for the few seconds it takes. then she tucks it into her breast pocket, where it belongs. ]

I'm a woman of the cloth. It's my job to preside over things like that.

You have to give up your jewelry for peoples' graves?

[ ????
forgive her, caracal; she doesn't know how other faiths work ]

It's not jewelry, kiddo. It's a symbol of my faith.

Well, yes, I know that, but--it's not part of funerary rights, is it? Giving up something that important? --I could tell, the emotional connection you had to this. I didn't want you to have to give it up.

Did it help?

It did. There's some things that even death can't change. A person's feelings, or the love they leave behind. The fact that you were willing to sacrifice something that important to you, for my sake... that meant a lot.

[ the room is getting pretty warm with all her mushy, sappy feelings; so sorry caracal ]

[ she feels the back of her neck getting warm, too. the fact is that this girl's probably overestimating just how much that cross really means to her, in the grandest scheme, but Wolfwood doesn't care. it helped. when was the last time she truly did that for someone? ]

So it was worthwhile, got it?

Yes, ma'am.

[ from a cat flap in the corner of the room, out comes trotting a cub with a magenta collar around its neck. as it approaches, it seems to mature, just a little, before your very eyes. ]

[ would that she could recognise the significance, but alas. she doesn't even know what a caracal looks like. ]

Friend of yours?

Well, until recently, I think I accidentally annoyed her more than anything else. But I certainly hope so.

[ roc reaches over and lifts up the cat, placing it on the table where it... lounges, tbqh, while she pets it. now that she's closer, caracal will be able to make out a series of heart-shaped tags on the vibrant pink collar: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤. The very front one, however, is plain silver and reads CARACAL. ]

Because I definitely think of her as such.

[ oh, kid, you're killing her ]

[ the arm slung around her shoulders curls a bit—next thing, Wolfwood is tugging on her cheek, not hard. ]

What's that got to do with anything? So what if you did?

[ Vash annoys the everliving hell out of her half the damn time and he's the closest thing she has to a true confidant. could be that that's sad. she's not sure she cares anymore. sitting side-by-side with the devil is still better than sitting alone, and Vash is a far cry from that kind of fallen angel.

also: Wolfwood is always annoyed. it's her default setting. ]

You're still a kid.

But I don't want to annoy you. I want you to like me, too!

[ forgetting of course that there are some people who happen to annoy her lots that she feels very, very dearly for ]

[ so that's the way she sees it. maybe it'd be better if she kept on that way; Wolfwood could keep an eye on her from afar and wouldn't have to worry about a girl this tenderhearted trying to forgive all the shit she's done. ]

Never said I didn't.

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You mean... you don't... not?

I mean you're fine, so you don't have to keep thinking you're doing somethin' wrong.

[ she's laughing, just a little ]

Okay, then.

[ the tugging hand and slinging arm retreat, finally, Wolfwood turning to stare at the animal lounging on the table like it owns the place (much as she's doing, herself). ]

So... this is supposed to be me, huh?

Well, I wouldn't go that far. More like... a representation of you. The way I see you. You could be very different, if I pegged you wrong.

Even I don't know who I am yet, kid.

... Truthfully, I think we're always discovering who we are. Whether or not we've got our memories.

... But if that's the case, I'm glad I get to find out who we are together.

[ pinches her nose, firmly. somehow it's meant to come across as gruffly affectionate? ]

You can try, but you ain't getting any more compliments outta me, Springheels.

[ it lacks venom. in fact, she sounds almost satisfied. ]

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