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Who: Lyvus and visitors
Where: Lyvress
When: Day 295, post-game
What: after game cuddlepile

[Four revived-but-not-completely-healed Corvi and a bitten-but-not-bleeding survived Lynx coming back from the Arena. Everything is terrible and everything hurts, but at least we got memories.]

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. . . mm, that's true. But at the same time—it's not fair, to be committed to a path you're not sure you want any more, just because you've come so far along it. I understand the feeling of continuing to spill blood, so that the blood spilled so far hasn't been in vain; I know how hard it is, almost impossible, to try to stop, to turn around on that road. To change your mind for selfish reasons—right?

[nods]

I climbed a mountain of corpses to get here... You can't... come down from that.

I did the same. And I did—kill myself, at the end.

... [nods]

I am—very . . . grateful. To have a second chance.

I am too... but... that mountain is still under my feet.

Is there any way you could feel balanced?

I don't... know.

I've lived a ghost's existence since I was born.

Not here.

[shakes his head, a little uncertainly, then firmly]

Not with Lyvus.

That's something.

I just... everything is frightening. Doing things for myself is. Doing it for love -- is more.

Yes . . . isn't it? It's the most frightening thing.

[laughing a little, softly, but not like he's laughing at Yoi-te, not at all]

[takes his hat off and squeezes it between his hands] I'm not. Good. At this. I'm not meant for this. But... I still.

...

Ah—?

[very quiet, looking at the hat in his hands] ...I'm not male or female.

[just nods]

Yes.

[flushes]

. . . it doesn't matter to us.

No... that's... I'm glad.

It matters to you, though—?

Yes -- of course...

I know. I know, I'm not saying it shouldn't. I just want to know how I can help . . . if I can.

[shudders, shaking his head, wrapping his arms around himself a little]

Don't... look at me any differently? [embarrassedddd] I mean -- just -- always, everyone is... "something".

Night, it's something I've at least suspected for quite a long time now. It's not a huge revelation—and even if it were, it wouldn't matter.

You're something, too. You might not fit into a binary category, but that's not necessary.