Daisy snorts. "He nearly got himself trapped forever in a Fear domain because he thought a piddly little rib would be enough to follow out from," she gestures with mock dramatics, without letting go of Erin's hand, "Forever Deep Below Creation. He went in thinking," now she puts on a terrible RP accent, "'well, if this fails, all that's lost is me!'. Self-loathing little twat. When I say its insane, it's— fond exasperation. Neither of us were, are, exactly what you can call sane anyway. You saw us. All of us."
That fond exasperation seeps into every word she says. She owes Jonathan Sims her life, most of what remains of her sanity, and she misses him in a way she'll never say aloud, but he was a stubborn, self-flagellating little twerp with an eldritch being feeding him Knowledge all the same.
"He just... wanted to save someone. Do something good. Think everyone expected getting me out would... help. Not—" She sighs. "Point is. I should have stayed there. Like I should have stayed in the Nothing. Or got lost in the Hunt at home. Or died. I keep— getting chances I shouldn't've. It's—"
Disorienting? Terrifying? Infuriating? She doesn't know. She wishes she knew.
"...feels like I came out of the coffin into an— upside down world. And it never turned right ways up again."
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Daisy snorts. "He nearly got himself trapped forever in a Fear domain because he thought a piddly little rib would be enough to follow out from," she gestures with mock dramatics, without letting go of Erin's hand, "Forever Deep Below Creation. He went in thinking," now she puts on a terrible RP accent, "'well, if this fails, all that's lost is me!'. Self-loathing little twat. When I say its insane, it's— fond exasperation. Neither of us were, are, exactly what you can call sane anyway. You saw us. All of us."
That fond exasperation seeps into every word she says. She owes Jonathan Sims her life, most of what remains of her sanity, and she misses him in a way she'll never say aloud, but he was a stubborn, self-flagellating little twerp with an eldritch being feeding him Knowledge all the same.
"He just... wanted to save someone. Do something good. Think everyone expected getting me out would... help. Not—" She sighs. "Point is. I should have stayed there. Like I should have stayed in the Nothing. Or got lost in the Hunt at home. Or died. I keep— getting chances I shouldn't've. It's—"
Disorienting? Terrifying? Infuriating? She doesn't know. She wishes she knew.
"...feels like I came out of the coffin into an— upside down world. And it never turned right ways up again."