psychic/action

[upcard]

[Hope you're all enjoying your sudden, Liminal Space-filled existences, Travelers. Either way, there's suddenly going to be a very tentative, very timid psychic broadcast.]

Um... excuse me...

[For anyone who met Mai during the Jaunt, she's certainly entirely different now--but then again, that's why she's doing this in the first place, despite being terrified of bothering people in this way. So after a brief pause, she rallies her courage.]

...My name is Mai--um, for the people I didn't know, and I... I was really different in that Jaunt b-but... I just wanted to say that I'm really really sorry!

[There's no visual here--she doesn't have the capability--but even so, it's pretty obvious to anyone who knows her that she's bowing her head here in her shame and apology.]

I did some truly terrible things to everyone, and I...I was really-- [A pause.] Just... I'm very sorry. That's... that's all.

Oh-- um. Near-san... [...what does she even say to him? She's really not sure. After a moment, a really awkward pause, she manages a fumbled thought--] Can we...talk?

[For those who would rather go the action route, Mai is not hard to find; she's tucked against a penny slots machine, arms wrapped around her knees, chin resting on them and eyes downcast. Seems this Jaunt took quite a lot out of her as well, but then again, dying isn't fun for anyone.

There are people she knows she needs to find and check on, but... well, she needs just a moment longer.]

Comments

psychic

[canbebrave]

You were not yourself. There was nothing you could do to prevent it.

psychic

[upcard]

Sansa-san...

U-um, you're right, of course, I just...! [There's a pause, and then even more timidly--] I was so different....

[canbebrave]

I know.

It's difficult, to live as many lives as we have, and have no control over what kind of people we become.

[upcard]

Is it...really okay?

I... I mean, I'd never do those things but...! [...] But I did...then...

[canbebrave]

If nothing else, we must believe it's alright. We cannot hold onto the pain and suffering we have no control over.

All we can do is hope the Gods understand, and carry ourselves foreword.

[upcard]

[...The Gods... well. Mai at least knows of one god who's watching over them, or was back home. So maybe Sansa's...onto something there.]

... I see... so-- um, we have to do our best... and not worry if it's all wrong right now?

[She supposes that makes sense--it's not like they have the luxury of worry, though she's not sure she could shake it off so easily.]

...Sansa-san, you're so strong, though... [how do you do it?]

[canbebrave]

Yes. I think that's all we can do.

[ Mai deserves honesty, Sansa knows this- but she is not so ready to drop her carefully built armor. So she takes her time to respond to the second part. ]

...Thank you.

[upcard]

[She entirely and completely believes in that armor that Sansa presents to the world, and so Mai simply continues, oblivious and well-meaning.]

How do you...always stay so strong? Through everything, I mean...