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Had.

[it's not working, for one awful reason buzz isn't aware of yet.]

She's gone.

[Oh. Oh no. Buzz had been here longer than her, she'd assumed he'd figured it out but... nope, seems no one clued him in on this little gem. Jessie hesitates for a moment.]

Buzz... not one stays dead here. They... they come back. I mean, it might make them sick and from the sounds of it if they die enough times Deerington starts to take away their memories, but they come back. Will died... I didn't know he had, but he told me about it. Mami will come back.

Whu?

[an inelegant noise escapes him. is he having a stroke? he needs a moment to process this.]

Yeah. I know. It's... it sure is a lot.

[She'll pat his shoulder. There, there?]

Guess it makes sense, with it being a dream and all. It doesn't make the fact they died any less painful- but at least it ain't forever.

They come back... sick?

[this doesn't sound as comforting as he wants it to be.]

Yeah. How bad it depends on how many deaths they've already had in this place. Apparently the first time ain't so bad? From what I've been able to figure out, it's like the flu.

[So not fun but also no the WORST. That comes... in subsequent deaths.]

Okay. I'm going to put the knowledge that people have died multiple times in a box and shove it in the back of my brain and never think about it again.

[said in the tone of someone who knows he will have to think about it again, multiple times.]

I had no idea one of your friends had suffered the same fate. I'm sorry, Jessie.

Okay, you go ahead and do that. Sorry, I know it's not the most fun thing to learn about this place.

[But she will support your attempts at repression. She frowns a little.]

I didn't know he'd died either until he told me. He's only twelve, I guess I just... didn't think this place'd be so merciless with the kids here. Lesson learned on that one.

...

[he squeezes her a little, tightening the grip he has around her waist. not painfully so.]

This wouldn't be so bad if the kids were left alone.

[Oh hon. Jessie sure won't fight the squeeze. She exhales resting her head against his, offering some comfort.]

It brings a lot of them in too, kids. I mean... apparently Sodder's a kid, so it makes sense she'd bring folk her own age here even by accident. But it's still awful to see so many of them getting hurt, and there's not a whole lot any of us can do about it.

Yeah.

[he leans back against hers, enjoying the contact.]

I just hope that when things get serious, they don't direct their hate at the wrong person.

Here's hoping. Eventually, I'm sure they'll find where she's being kept. You're right, though. We just gotta hope they won't take it out on her. Ain't her fault.

[Jessie doesn't understand most of what the heck is going on with this world- but she's pretty sure of that at least.]

And hey, at least she'll have people like us in her corner, right?

[he's glad she can't see his face, because buzz doesn't look very certain about anything jessie's just said. he's seen how much people hate being here, he doesn't trust them not to direct their fury at an easy target. he doesn't doubt manipulation wouldn't happen.

most of all, he doubts people like us can even do anything about it.]

Of course. That's important to remember.

[He should be very glad she can't see him. She'd start pointing out the scrunchy eyebrow again. Jessie wants to cling onto the hope that just once, maybe, people can not be The Worst. Because she likes the people she's met here, she wants to believe the best in them. Even if it's...likely misplaced, something even she's aware of.

Of course, she'd do what she could to make a difference, because like hell is she ever going to stop kicking and fighting once she's decided she believes in something. Hell hath no fury like Jessie Pride.]

It sure is. Whatever difference we can make, right?

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