Oh, uh- Yeah, I actually lost it. I only realized it was gone when talking with Noctis and Ignis about everything.
[ When she'd gone to reach for it to fiddle with, a nervous habit, and found nothing there. ]
I was wearing it on White Day, so I guess it's possible I misplaced it with all my running around... [ Granted, no one's turned it over though so who knows. It might still be lying around her house somewhere. ]
Not that I know of. I mean, my clothes were definitely out of place but that's nothing new. I misplace shit all the time.
[ More frustrated with herself than usual, maybe, due to everything. ]
I tried to be careful with the ring, sorry. But I guess somewhere in the rush of the day I must have either lost it or misplaced it and just... haven't had the mind to try and find it again yet.
... It's alright, Rosie. Look, there's a conversation we should have had months ago about all this. I haven't been good to you. I know we went in with no expectations, at least none I can remember, but still I feel like I've failed them.
[Cid shakes his head, but it's not like she can see that.]
So I owe you a proper apology. I think, in the end, I've used you.
We should have, yeah, but I know I... also wasn't, like, eager to have it or anything. [ She can acknowledge that, at least, like before. She had wanted to find the right time to talk to him, but there was never going to be one.
Was there?
Still, it's funny that in a way- There is, at first, the instinct to say that he doesn't need to apologize. It almost wins. Almost. But maybe, the part that beats it out says, Cid should be a little sorry even for her own faults. That just because she made mistakes that doesn't negate his. ] I don't think we had any, no, but I can claim any wife of the year awards myself either.
I... appreciate the apology though. I think part of me probably knew, honestly. You aren't the only one with issues to sort out, y'know? I still held on to things for my own reasons too.
That much is a bit more true than I’d like to admit. And usually I don’t think I owe anyone an explanation, but… For what you’ve been through, it’s the least I can do.
But when I go to say the things on my mind, its as if my tongue is coated in lead, unless I’m properly drunk. So that is what I can offer you, if it’s good enough.
[The sheer amount of self-reflection to offer even this is… Embarrassingly immense, perhaps.]
All the things I thought I’d have time enough for when I died, well. I figure that’s now, isn’t it? Though it isn’t any easier, for some reason.
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hasitsthorns) wrote2022-03-02 12:20 pm
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When's the last time you saw it?
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[ When she'd gone to reach for it to fiddle with, a nervous habit, and found nothing there. ]
I was wearing it on White Day, so I guess it's possible I misplaced it with all my running around... [ Granted, no one's turned it over though so who knows. It might still be lying around her house somewhere. ]
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Smallclothes, perhaps...?
[Cid frowns at the idea. Rankles, even. He feels a little pit in his stomach.]
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[ More frustrated with herself than usual, maybe, due to everything. ]
I tried to be careful with the ring, sorry. But I guess somewhere in the rush of the day I must have either lost it or misplaced it and just... haven't had the mind to try and find it again yet.
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[Cid shakes his head, but it's not like she can see that.]
So I owe you a proper apology. I think, in the end, I've used you.
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Was there?
Still, it's funny that in a way- There is, at first, the instinct to say that he doesn't need to apologize. It almost wins. Almost. But maybe, the part that beats it out says, Cid should be a little sorry even for her own faults. That just because she made mistakes that doesn't negate his. ] I don't think we had any, no, but I can claim any wife of the year awards myself either.
I... appreciate the apology though. I think part of me probably knew, honestly. You aren't the only one with issues to sort out, y'know? I still held on to things for my own reasons too.
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But when I go to say the things on my mind, its as if my tongue is coated in lead, unless I’m properly drunk. So that is what I can offer you, if it’s good enough.
[The sheer amount of self-reflection to offer even this is… Embarrassingly immense, perhaps.]
All the things I thought I’d have time enough for when I died, well. I figure that’s now, isn’t it? Though it isn’t any easier, for some reason.