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[godsays]

You're dreaming about each other's deaths. Some of you are dreaming about deaths on the Barge.

That means some of you might dream about deaths that I caused. [ Allison, Touko. ]

I'm a killer. I can't change that. But I'm sorry for what I did, and I try not to hurt people anymore.

...that's all.

[ He comes back on later. ]

In the greenhouse, I'll be making a cloud of Soothing. It should calm more turbulent emotions. If anyone wants that, you can come there.

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[PRIVATE]

[theresalwayshope]

I never, ever blamed you for killing me. I admit, I was pissed off that you tried to kill Stiles, but I got past that ages ago.

[She lowers her gaze for a moment, then peeks up from staring at her hands with a small smile.]

Pretty much during that port full of the teddy bear people, when you dumped an armful of Kel on me. It's hard not to forgive people when there's a big ball of bunny cuddling up against your chest.

[PRIVATE]

[godsays]

...it was a little manipulative.

[ He smiles, a little. ]

[PRIVATE]

[theresalwayshope]

It was downright conniving. You should be ashamed of yourself.

[Her eyes are sparkling with amusement...and Duchess chooses that moment to make her presence known, peeking out from behind Allison's neck, nosing out from under her hair. She has clearly been making herself at home, napping on the back of the couch just behind Allison's head, but now feels compelled to investigate the voice on the other side of the feed.]

[PRIVATE]

[godsays]

[ That draws a real smile, but he quickly sobers. ] I'm worried about the people dreaming. I don't want more people to be afraid of me.

[PRIVATE]

[theresalwayshope]

Zane? If you can't scare the people you've actually killed, you're not going to scare the people who love you.

[She pauses, then turns her head to face Duchess as best she can, puckering up her mouth for a kiss.]

Right, Miss Priss?

[Duchess sniffs at her pursed lips, lingering until Allison closes the gap and kisses her soft little muzzle.]

Private

[myironeyes]

If you want it done for you. Let me know.

Private

[godsays]

No... I don't seem to be dreaming like everyone else.

Thank you.

Private

[myironeyes]

It doesn't have to be for the dreams.

[He soothes people rarely; doesn't really like doing it. But he has, for people in need. He would do it for Zane, and Zane is struggling right now.]

Private

[godsays]

[ A little smile. ] I'm only worried. Not suffering.

[hellofist]

Will you be there? In the greenhouse?

[Or is he making his clouds and then leaving? The distinction is very important.]

[godsays]

[ He straightens up; a little smile. ] I have to be there for it to work.

[hellofist]

Good. You're half the fun.

[Abruptly she turns off her feed, but it's only because she's more interested in seeing him in person quickly than talking over the comms. Cass is glad to see that smile, but seeing it face to face would be much better. With everything going on right now, with the content of his first message, a smile is good. It doesn't take long for her to get to the greenhouse and when she does, she opens up the door and immediately looks for him.]

Zane?

[godsays]

Only half?

[ He knows why she hangs up.

He can be found under some of the unseasonably blooming fruit trees, stubborn and strange things they are. ]

I'm here.

[darknessb4me]

A cloud of what?

[godsays]

Soothing. It calms emotions, in general.

[darknessb4me]

Does it do anything else?

[godsays]

No, just that. And the effect ends when I'm not there anymore.

[punched_hitler]

How's it work? That Soothing thing.

[He doesn't think he needs it, but he knows a couple of people he should send your way.

Then, after a minute,] A lot of us are killers. There's a reason you're a warden. [So remember that.]

[godsays]

It makes emotions less strong. I can focus and target it, or just act generally in an area.

...I know. I just didn't want people to be more afraid of me.

[punched_hitler]

Oh. Huh. That sounds like it might be pretty helpful, right about now. [Some of the things people are seeing are probably pretty horrific, and not all of them are used to things like that.

He nods.] I understand. But I think most people here know you well enough that they won't be.

[godsays]

You can come, if you want to.

Private

[fireincarnate]

[She's spent most of the flood trying to distract herself. There's not much she can do about the memories; they're all in the past, and she doubts dredging it up again will be helpful.

But she can't bear it, this time. She woke up maybe half an hour ago, and there are still tears staining her cheeks.]

Yes. Please.

Private

[godsays]

[ It's not pleasant, hearing her like that. ]

Then come up.

private - > spam

[fireincarnate]

Thanks. [She cuts the feed, and takes a moment to gain a bit more composure before heading to the greenhouse. When she arrives, the tear tracks are gone. Her hair is pulled back into a low, neat ponytail.

She doesn't smile, as she steps inside, but her shoulders relax. Her defences are completely lowered, and she lets herself feel relieved.

The pain is still there, but it isn't overwhelming.]

Zane? [It's a gentle call, as she steps through the flowers, resonating with desperate gratitude.]

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[godsays]

[ The Soothing is definitely palpable as soon as Jean enters the greenhouse. ]

I'm this way.

[ Taking care of some fruit trees that are stubbornly blooming way out of season. They're confused by the greenhouse. ]