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[coppelganger]

Hey, it's Sarah. Leave a message.

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[magnitudes]

( She laughs quietly, and the sound is sort of— squeaky and sad, as if she were recovering from strep throat and sleepiness and crying, all at the same time. Though she moves closer to Sarah, she doesn't make any immediate moves to pull her into a hug or knock their shoulders together. Instead, her hand rests at the back of Sarah's neck for a moment, fingers lightly resting against Sarah's spine, thumb brushing over Sarah's jaw. )

You have too much faith in me, Saroula. I do have to make up for all that, but that's not the only reason I'm doing this. I can't keep being what I let myself become. I've been doing you damage this whole year, being like this.

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah goes quiet, then, slouching back against the counter and not meeting Sarissa's eyes. She's trying to think of something supportive to say, or a way to make herself more enthusiastic about this, but she can't think of a single thing. Finally she nods, more resigned than agreeable. ]

If you want to do this, you should.

[magnitudes]

( Sarah leans away, and out of some mix of caution and gentleness, Sarissa does not try to maintain the contact. She wants to, because contact with Sarah has come to mean automatic reassurance, but this ain't about her. Can't be. Sarah isn't responsible for making her feel like there's a void in her, like if she took a step too far she'd just fall away into an abyss, stop being Sarissa at all. )

I want to do what's right. This is just-- a means to that. ( Her hand drops to her side. ) You're my conpss, Asteri mou.

[coppelganger]

You don't have to keep putting yourself in danger just because you think it's the right thing to do.

[ She worries a fingernail in her mouth for a second or two, then sighs and pushes herself off the counter. ] If this is something you really wanna do, I won't say anything else about it. [ She walks slowly to the kitchen doorway, then says over her shoulder, ] I'll be back in a bit for dinner.

[magnitudes]

( It sucks when the right thing doesn't even feel like the right thing. She nods as Sarah pulls away, just a little tilt of her head. Instead she attempts to muster up a smile, though it's weak. )

But I'm so good at it.

( Its a bad joke, and her expression is almost immediately "why did I say that?" )

Yeah, sweet. I'll call you when it's ready.