cradleproject | WEEK 14 - I have been — and always shall be

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You stand with your friends, your family, and your enemies, shoulder to shoulder. The deceased and the living are the same, now, and you've been reunited with the person trapped on the opposite ship.

You have four choices.

Four options laid before you - five, if you're smart about it. You have the option of staying on the Nuwa, a ship pre-programmed to land somewhere safe, soon, and then it's your's for the taking. You have the option of entering the Nuwa's virtual reality and crafting your own perfect world, but knowing it was a perfect world created by your own hand. Your third option is one of the Cradles, a machine created to bring you bliss, and permit you the dream you've always wanted, without the knowledge it's a virtual reality. Your fourth option lays in front of you, on the bridge of the Nuwa, and it's a tear in the fabric of reality, but you can see your home waiting for you. It looks idyllic, perfect, just the way you'd want it to be. Your fifth option lies in another tear - the tear of a friend. Perhaps their heart is kind enough to take in a stray.

The choice is your's to make, and whatever you choose, know that, for the first time in fourteen weeks, it's your choice.

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Sorry. I don't like ignoring when someone dies.

[ this is a lie, in a way. yuno blatantly disregarded jack's death just a week ago. at the same time, she acknowledged her mother and father's death, and she's found herself with a new, solid family that's already done more for her than them, in her opinion. in a way, she understands how clover feels: yuno blinks and looks toward dave at her words with a fond smile. ] I'll take your advice to heart.

[ clover's words are light to yuno, as if she's talking to an old friend, and she's almost shocked to see her opening her arms. but then she realizes that no, it's fine. judar was like a brother to clover, too. in a way, that makes them some kind of messed up soul siblings, she decides. ] My burns... they'll itch no matter what. Might as well give them a good reason to.

[ honestly, she could heal herself, but that's dave's handiwork, and she doesn't want to disturb it. whatever he does for her, she wants to cherish. she'd tell clover, because maybe clover of all people would get that, but she'll settle, instead for a hug. she's not used to touching people, still. but yuno's earnest in her effort, holding clover tight like she is, actually, an old friend. ]

If you're taking care of him, then you need to be well. Hold still.

[ her left hand slips down to the wound to graze against the gash itself, and clover will find that despite the unusual cool feeling, her wound heals in seconds. ]

[Uncomfortable as talking about it is, she can't be upset with Yuno for it, either, remembering everyone else talking circles around Hancock's death, always always always, and Yuno saying Light, too. Even if maybe don't do that right in front of him!!!

But Clover has only ever lived in extremes; liking Yuno is more than enough to pull her into her arms and hug her tight for maybe a little too long, only feeling a little guilty about doing it despite her burns. She's all impulse and instinct, and she's leaped into the arms of plenty of friends without thinking any further than fondness. If they're never going to see each other again, Clover wants this to count.

Even so, she starts when Yuno's hand comes to her stomach, wincing to have her wound touched and—and then it's gone, cold and cured.]

...No way. [Sometimes Clover thinks nothing is going to surprise her anymore, and every single time, something proves her wrong—that Yuno can do this, that Yuno would do, has done it for her.

A pause, and then, quietly:] You could do this all this time and you're still running around like that?

[like, you know. covered in burns. what part of "take care of yourself" didn't you hear yuno!!!!]

[ her reaction garners a laugh, because it's honestly so simple to make a wish and make someone's stomach wound fade away. but it's nice, too, the wonder it gives people when they see what she can do it. it makes yuno feel bigger than she is, like she matters a little bit.

but yuno doesn't end the hug, instead opting to let it continue for however long clover wants. maybe that's all she really wanted the entire game, yuno thinks: a little chit chat and some warmth. ]

These? I can live with them. Dave's helping me, and I think it's better that way. [ it's an honest admission. ] I like when he does things for me.

[ yuno is. not a smart girl, clover. sorry. ]

WEEK 14 - I have been — and always shall be — your friend.

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