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[ Ariadne's eyes are fever-bright, her skin pallid. She's clutching something in her hand, something she's reluctant to share with anyone else. Her eyes dart away, then back again, as though she's looking for something - or someone - out of the corner of her eyes. ]

Have you ever thought you were going crazy? Ever... questioned reality?

[ Christ, she's becoming a huge cliche, and she knows it, but there's nothing she can do about it. She didn't think she'd ever be in this situation. Maybe it was her own hubris. But now, here she is. Seeing shades again. Not sure if this is real or a dream. ]

I don't - it's hard when - none of you are -

[ Real. They're not real. She's thought that was a possibility, since arriving, but it's becoming clearer - or maybe muddier? The past several days.

Ariadne starts, jumping a little at something she sees offscreen. ]

I don't know what she wants from me. I never met her in real life. [ Annnnnnnnd cut.]

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[vorrutyer]

Of course, by that logic, oughtn't she be mistrusting you, dearest Will?

[ YOU LEAVE ARIADNE ALONE YOU GODDAMN MONSTER ]

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[veneries]

[w t f who are you and why are you trying to ruin this for him]

If the poor woman is sick then she shouldn't trust anything she sees in that sickness. She'll end up jumping in front of a cart.

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[vorrutyer]

Or she'll end up jumping in front of a cart to get away from one of the icky creepy people who are not to be trusted.

[veneries]

Currently she's in no state to tell the difference, so advising her to be a little more cautious than usual would be helpful, don't you think?

[vorrutyer]

'Mon petite paranoid poulette, get a bit more paranoid, kiss kiss kiss.' Perhaps there is a touch of danger in that, a hint, a skosh. What about you, Willem my love, are you still well?

[veneries]

[plz keep your bilingual privilege in check wow. #languageoppression #doesfrenchexistinwesteros #grrmplz]

I'm hale and hearty and hunting down those at fault for this, thanks for asking. And you?

[vorrutyer]

[ VALYRIAN IS MY MOTHER TONGUE OK ]

Hale, hearty, and hiding. Heavens, better to live a coward than die a hero. Aren't you afraid of being hurt?

[veneries]

[excuse you, stranger]

... have I offended you in some way, ser?

[vorrutyer]

[ YES YOU ARE BEING MEAN TO HIS LITTLE SISTER ]

Why, whatever would make you think that? Nothing of the sort! I'm calling myself a coward, and cheerfully so. I'm saying you're being a hero, and I'm questioning the immense madness that would drive you to that sort of thing. I've never understood brave men.