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"Yo, there's no beep on this thing."

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[ a little sigh before she begins betrays her bone-deep exhaustion. it's the only tell in vanozza's otherwise unshakeable poise.

many of her hours have been spent looking in on sarah and ellie and the rest with lucrezia. it's wearing in a slow, relentless way that she only feels when she is alone. she has no hours left for herself, though she tries to spare a few minutes for others. like jesse.

friendships are dangerous things to forsake. ]

If I ask if you are well, will I receive an honest answer?

[ She's not around most of the time, looking after her kid he assumes. Lately she's been gone even more. But when he does see her, Jesse tries to be nice, a much more polite and accommodating person with Lady Vanozza than he is with the majority of Haven.

~~she fine as hell~~

The truth? He clears his throat. The truth. ]

Is anyone? [ It's Haven. He'll be out of supply soon. Can't tell anyone about that. He can read through to her exhaustion and returns the inquiry. ] Are you?

There is always one that delights in misery. [ she answers the first as she considers the second. ]

I am unharmed. Which is more than can be said for some.

[ We call those ones freaks. Freaks and weirdoes. Jesse picks at a loose thread on his tattered hoodie while he listens, carefully.

Wait, wait. ] You knew one of the people who got hurt.

[ That's his guess, anyway. He doesn't know much about her relationships outside of Lucrezia. ]

I know one of the men who perished, [ she corrects him without any heat. ]

[ People die only to come back like it never happened. It's a hell of a trip. Jesse frowns. ]

You okay? You get to talk to him yet?

[ day before joel comes back so — ]

I have mastered many skills, Master Jesse. Speaking to the dead is not one.

[ An audible sigh, shaky. How long is this supposed to take? What if they don't come back? Fuck. ]

They say everyone comes back, eventually, but kinda difficult to believe until you see it. [ Pause. ] And it doesn't make them bein' gone much easier. Sorry.

You are sweet to worry. But I am not a stranger to loss.

Yeah, same here. Honestly, the weird part is watching them pop back up again.

[ His phrasing, per usual, is not the neatest, but the sentiment is sadly genuine. ]

It is perverse.

[ the entire place, in fact. the poets would laugh. a riddle: what haven is not? ]

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