<<if $Niaforgiveness > 14>>\ You two eye each other, truly look at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re sick that you’re too tired to look away and she feels she can be as vulnerable as you feel. Synchronicity in someone feeling as bad as you look in feverish delirium. She precipitously stands up, turning around and walking to the window, her heeled boots the only loud sound in the room. She crosses her arms as she stands there, bent straight and head slightly tilted back. “I was… am scared of you,” she admits. It doesn’t shock you as much as you would think. Every one is scared of you which is why you’re treated the way that you are. She just proved to not an exception. <<if $Esteem == "Worth">>\ “That’s not really that surprising,” you reply. <<elseif $Esteem == "Worthless">>\ “I know.” <</if>>\ “I thought I could handle it,” she says softly, mostly to herself. “I guess I stupidly thought it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. I never saw one of your… fits before. Then Orla…” she trails off. Her head tilts forward. “I thought I was strong. You think you’re so invincible when you’re sixteen don’t you? You watch some horror movies, some medical documentaries, your mom leaves you and your dad scares the shit out of you and you think you can handle anything,” she says thickly. “Yeah,” you say, although you can’t say you ever thought you were that strong. You just kept going without ever stopping to think about what it took to go through all you’ve been through. “I stopped knowing how to handle you. Fuck, that sounds horrible,” she inhales. She takes a lock of her hair in her finger. She snorts, “I’ve been horrible. Do you know how shitty it feels to want to save lives but knowing that I didn’t join this investigation for the missing girls, or the dead girls and boys? I did it for a completely self-interested reason. What morals do I have to stand on?” “Nia?” “I stopped knowing how to take care of you when you got worse. I thought I was strong enough to hold you, to carry you if necessary while you wanted to tear the world apart but I was weak and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t write. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t your best friend. I’m sorry if you thought I hated you. I’m sorry because for a moment I believed I did,” she says in a voice that sounds too shaky to be the girl you know. She looks over her shoulder at you and perhaps it’s the fever but her eyes look glassy. The winter light outlines her, lighting her coils and she looks angelic. “I’m sorry because I believe I did what was right for me. But I didn’t do it the right way. Even if I had…” she stops and fully turns to you. She looks heartbroken as she concludes, “I would’ve missed you just like I did for two years and just like I did since you’ve been back.” <hr>\ * [[“I’m sorry too.”|Page 589-A2][$sorrynia to true]] * [[“I can’t forgive you, not yet.”|Page 589-A2][$forgivenias to true]] <<elseif $NiaP>>\ You two eye each other, truly look at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re sick that you’re too tired to look away and she feels she can be as vulnerable as you feel. Synchronicity in someone feeling as bad as you look in feverish delirium. She precipitously stands up, turning around and walking to the window, her heeled boots the only loud sound in the room. She crosses her arms as she stands there, bent straight and head slightly tilted back. “I was… am scared of you,” she admits. It doesn’t shock you as much as you would think. Every one is scared of you which is why you’re treated the way that you are. She just proved to not an exception. <<if $Esteem == "Worth">>\ “That’s not really that surprising,” you reply. <<elseif $Esteem == "Worthless">>\ “I know.” <</if>>\ “I thought I could handle it,” she says softly, mostly to herself. “I guess I stupidly thought it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. I never saw one of your… fits before. Then Orla…” she trails off. Her head tilts forward. “I thought I was strong. You think you’re so invincible when you’re sixteen don’t you? You watch some horror movies, some medical documentaries, your mom leaves you and your dad scares the shit out of you and you think you can handle anything,” she says thickly. “Yeah,” you say, although you can’t say you ever thought you were that strong. You just kept going without ever stopping to think about what it took to go through all you’ve been through. “I stopped knowing how to handle you. Fuck, that sounds horrible,” she inhales. She takes a lock of her hair in her finger. She snorts, “I’ve been horrible. Do you know how shitty it feels to want to save lives but knowing that I didn’t join this investigation for the missing girls, or the dead girls and boys? I did it for a completely self-interested reason. What morals do I have to stand on?” “Nia?” “I stopped knowing how to take care of you when you got worse. I thought I was strong enough to hold you, to carry you if necessary while you wanted to tear the world apart but I was weak and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t write. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t your best friend. I’m sorry if you thought I hated you. I’m sorry because for a moment I believed I did,” she says in a voice that sounds too shaky to be the girl you know. She looks over her shoulder at you and perhaps it’s the fever but her eyes look glassy. The winter light outlines her, lighting her coils and she looks angelic. “I’m sorry because I believe I did what was right for me. But I didn’t do it the right way. Even if I had…” she stops and fully turns to you. She looks heartbroken as she concludes, “I would’ve missed you just like I did for two years and just like I did since you’ve been back.” <hr>\ * [[“I’m sorry too.”|Page 589-A2][$sorrynia to true]] * [[“I can’t forgive you, not yet.”|Page 589-A2][$forgivenias to true]] <<else>>\ She takes out the thermometer and calls out, “Imre.” Imre comes in and asks, “is everything alright?” Nia gets up and walks over to him. She’s at eye-level with him given the size of her heels. Before he can open his mouth, she slaps him hard across the face. His head snaps to the side but he quickly recovers, his face impassive while a red welt starts forming on his cheek. “And to what may I owe this act of violence?” he asks. She leans, “I told you to not mess with Birdie. I wasn’t fucking around and for some reason you don’t understand that. But I will make you understand it.” She looks over her shoulder at you and nods, “take your medicine and ask Wendy to make you some tea with honey.” She looks back at Imre and says, “asshole,” before walking away. Imre lightly touches his cheek and looks back at you. He doesn’t look at all affected; actually, you would even say he looks a bit amused. “Well done,” he says with a smile. <<if $Moral == "Ethical">>\ “I’m so sorry,” you say, “I didn’t think she’d do that.” Imre laughs lightly, “It’s quite alright. It will pass and I seem to have earned it.” He opens the door and says, “I wish you a speedy recovery.” <<elseif $Moral == "Corrupt">>\ You smile, “that’s what you fucking get for being an asshole. You should know not to fuck with me.” Imre chuckles, his eyes twinkling. “Yes, I can see that now. It takes skill to get someone to do the dirty work for you. Consider me thoroughly impressed.” He opens the door and says, “I wish you a speedy recovery.” <<elseif $Moral == "Amorality">>\ “I didn’t think she’d do something so quickly, I would say I’m sorry, but it’s not really my fault anyway,” you say. Imre laughs, “you are right. Never apologize for the action of others.” He opens the door and says, “I wish you a speedy recovery.” [[NEXT|Page 590]] <</if>>\ <<elseif $niar2>>\ “For?” she asks. “What do you mean what for? For this,” you gesture at her. “For keeping an eye on me for the past couple of days. I know you think it’s your duty because you want to be a doctor but thank you anyway.” “For one thing, I’m going to be a doctor,” she stresses, “secondly, I did this because you’re you. Not because you’re just anyone.” You feel your cheeks grow warm. It’s hard to handle such brutal honesty about love towards you. Nia says it as if it were just a fact of life. That of course she would do this, there isn’t any thought of her ever doing anything else. <<if $Niaforgiveness > 14>>\ You two eye each other, truly look at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re sick that you’re too tired to look away and she feels she can be as vulnerable as you feel. Synchronicity in someone feeling as bad as you look in feverish delirium. She precipitously stands up, turning around and walking to the window, her heeled boots the only loud sound in the room. She crosses her arms as she stands there, bent straight and head slightly tilted back. “I was… am scared of you,” she admits. It doesn’t shock you as much as you would think. Every one is scared of you which is why you’re treated the way that you are. She just proved to not an exception. <<if $Esteem == "Worth">>\ “That’s not really that surprising,” you reply. <<elseif $Esteem == "Worthless">>\ “I know.” <</if>>\ “I thought I could handle it,” she says softly, mostly to herself. “I guess I stupidly thought it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. I never saw one of your… fits before. Then Orla…” she trails off. Her head tilts forward. “I thought I was strong. You think you’re so invincible when you’re sixteen don’t you? You watch some horror movies, some medical documentaries, your mom leaves you and your dad scares the shit out of you and you think you can handle anything,” she says thickly. “Yeah,” you say, although you can’t say you ever thought you were that strong. You just kept going without ever stopping to think about what it took to go through all you’ve been through. “I stopped knowing how to handle you. Fuck, that sounds horrible,” she inhales. She takes a lock of her hair in her finger. She snorts, “I’ve been horrible. Do you know how shitty it feels to want to save lives but knowing that I didn’t join this investigation for the missing girls, or the dead girls and boys? I did it for a completely self-interested reason. What morals do I have to stand on?” “Nia?” “I stopped knowing how to take care of you when you got worse. I thought I was strong enough to hold you, to carry you if necessary while you wanted to tear the world apart but I was weak and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t write. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t your best friend. I’m sorry if you thought I hated you. I’m sorry because for a moment I believed I did,” she says in a voice that sounds too shaky to be the girl you know. She looks over her shoulder at you and perhaps it’s the fever but her eyes look glassy. The winter light outlines her, lighting her coils and she looks angelic. “I’m sorry because I believe I did what was right for me. But I didn’t do it the right way. Even if I had…” she stops and fully turns to you. She looks heartbroken as she concludes, “I would’ve missed you just like I did for two years and just like I did since you’ve been back.” <hr>\ * [[“I’m sorry too.”|Page 589-A2][$sorrynia to true]] * [[“I can’t forgive you, not yet.”|Page 589-A2][$forgivenias to true]] <<elseif $NiaP>>\ You two eye each other, truly look at each other. Maybe it’s because you’re sick that you’re too tired to look away and she feels she can be as vulnerable as you feel. Synchronicity in someone feeling as bad as you look in feverish delirium. She precipitously stands up, turning around and walking to the window, her heeled boots the only loud sound in the room. She crosses her arms as she stands there, bent straight and head slightly tilted back. “I was… am scared of you,” she admits. It doesn’t shock you as much as you would think. Every one is scared of you which is why you’re treated the way that you are. She just proved to not an exception. <<if $Esteem == "Worth">>\ “That’s not really that surprising,” you reply. <<elseif $Esteem == "Worthless">>\ “I know.” <</if>>\ “I thought I could handle it,” she says softly, mostly to herself. “I guess I stupidly thought it wasn’t as bad as people said it was. I never saw one of your… fits before. Then Orla…” she trails off. Her head tilts forward. “I thought I was strong. You think you’re so invincible when you’re sixteen don’t you? You watch some horror movies, some medical documentaries, your mom leaves you and your dad scares the shit out of you and you think you can handle anything,” she says thickly. “Yeah,” you say, although you can’t say you ever thought you were that strong. You just kept going without ever stopping to think about what it took to go through all you’ve been through. “I stopped knowing how to handle you. Fuck, that sounds horrible,” she inhales. She takes a lock of her hair in her finger. She snorts, “I’ve been horrible. Do you know how shitty it feels to want to save lives but knowing that I didn’t join this investigation for the missing girls, or the dead girls and boys? I did it for a completely self-interested reason. What morals do I have to stand on?” “Nia?” “I stopped knowing how to take care of you when you got worse. I thought I was strong enough to hold you, to carry you if necessary while you wanted to tear the world apart but I was weak and I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m sorry I didn’t write. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I wasn’t your best friend. I’m sorry if you thought I hated you. I’m sorry because for a moment I believed I did,” she says in a voice that sounds too shaky to be the girl you know. She looks over her shoulder at you and perhaps it’s the fever but her eyes look glassy. The winter light outlines her, lighting her coils and she looks angelic. “I’m sorry because I believe I did what was right for me. But I didn’t do it the right way. Even if I had…” she stops and fully turns to you. She looks heartbroken as she concludes, “I would’ve missed you just like I did for two years and just like I did since you’ve been back.” <hr>\ * [[“I’m sorry too.”|Page 589-A2][$sorrynia to true]] * [[“I can’t forgive you, not yet.”|Page 589-A2][$forgivenias to true]] <<else>>\ “You’re welcome,” she says neutrally. You both sit in silence as she finishes up. Once she’s done, she gets up and nods briefly towards you before leaving the room. <</if>>\ [[NEXT|Page 590]] <</if>>
