Your friendly neighborhood Negative Nancy de las Needles

[myironeyes]

[Public, filtered away from Vin]

If anyone has mending that needs to be done. I sew.


[Spam for Zane]

[He knocks, brusquely as ever, burning bronze as usual. He is carrying pie.]

It's me.


[Spam sort of for Touko]

[He leaves a package of snacks his younger self took and hid on her doorstep: a lot of apples and little pastries. Things without their own packaging, that he recognized as food. There's a handwritten note on old-fashioned, handmade brown paper, in neat, cramped handwriting.]

I remember you said you didn't like people watching. Take care of yourself.

- Marsh

Comments

[spam]

[godsays]

[Not here to admonish him about continuing to use copper, then. He eyes Marsh, considers turning him away, but finally steps aside.

Once the door is shut, he places Dani back where she was.]

Why are you avoiding her?

[spam]

[myironeyes]

Because I nearly killed her.

Slowly.

[He puts the pie on the table and offers Zane a plastic fork.]

[spam]

[godsays]

[...something they have in common, then. Though Zane would probably have done it quickly. He did every kill quickly.]

Not willingly.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

No. But we both remember.

[spam]

[godsays]

I did it willingly. She was one of the only people the voice never said to kill.

[He picks up the fork like he doesn't know what to do with it.]

[spam]

[myironeyes]

She looks at me and she remembers having her bones broken one by one. She doesn't want to be afraid, and she doesn't act afraid, but she is.

It doesn't matter why I did it. It's easier for both of us if we don't meet.

[He takes a bite out of the middle of the pie with his own fork, because slices and plates are complicated. It's cherry.]

[spam]

[godsays]

She... did something I can't explain.

I had atium. She didn't. But at the last moment, her shadow split...

[spam]

[myironeyes]

Atium shadows are futures.

If she had two shadows, then she had two futures.

[Logic. O_O ]

[spam]

[godsays]

I responded to the wrong one, and she killed me.

How could she have two futures?

[spam]

[myironeyes]

I don't know.

[And neither of them is going to ask her.]

[spam]

[godsays]

[He takes a bite of pie, finally. He certainly isn't going to ask.]

[spam]

[myironeyes]

[He's vaguely curious now. Maybe he will ask Kelsier to ask. No, that's stupid. For a while they just eat quietly.]

[spam]

[godsays]

[Eventually, a rabbit nudges at Marsh's ankle. Sniffing him.]

[spam]

[myironeyes]

[He reaches down to pet her ears, carefully.]

[spam]

[godsays]

Do you think Kelsier will hate me now?

[spam]

[myironeyes]

No.

[Blunt, without the slightest hesitation.]

[spam]

[godsays]

How do you know?

[spam]

[myironeyes]

[shrug]

Because I know him. And he won't.

[spam]

[godsays]

He can't ignore that I tried to kill her anymore.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

He wasn't ignoring it before. Even if he didn't talk about it.

If he didn't hate you then, he won't hate you now.

[spam]

[godsays]

I don't believe that.

[spam]

[myironeyes]

Then you're wrong.

[spam]

[godsays]

I still don't believe it.

[ He wishes he did. ]

[spam]

[myironeyes]

You asked me because I know him better than you.

[spam]

[godsays]

And I can't believe he would care about me. Not with Vin around.