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manipulate marquis malewife ([personal profile] liuli) wrote2021-02-06 09:21 pm
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[personal profile] bonetiddies 2021-02-26 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. [This echoes her own thoughts on the matter.] This week in particular, but also - the fact that, during the events that happened to myself and the other three last week, my condition endangered them as well does not sit with me.

However, there is. . . you see, when I awoke after my convalescence, I had anticipated that my condition would worsen. I had written instructions to myself.

I remember those instructions very clearly. [She'll recite one of the lines that has echoed in her head ever since.] "By the time you read this you will not recall the writing thereof, as the Harrowhark of the writing will be dead and gone. Her resurrection constitutes a fail state and must be avoided at all costs. Break troth with me, and from beyond my destruction I will brand you Tomb heretic, cut off utterly from that which lies on the frozen altar, asleep and dead; removed from the adoration thereof, and any promise of part in her resurrection."

. . . So no, I suspect I do not want to face whatever is buried there.
bonetiddies: (💀it all fell apart)

[personal profile] bonetiddies 2021-02-27 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
. . . I take the threats from myself as less literal, and more intended to make me understand the importance of the instructions. [Gu Yun saw in her memory the tomb, what was inside - how it made her want to survive.] As another might swear by God, or by their ancestors' graves.

[The meaning she takes from this is just that she has forbidden herself from undoing what she has done.]

When I awoke from my convalescence, before I was given the missives I had written to myself, I was in a state of . . . I suppose the appropriate word would be despair. [Something like a wry smile.] I have always hated being told to do, even by my own self, but in that moment it was a relief. To have instructions to follow. To have something around which to build my life, to have meaning to pursue. Without it, I very much fear I would still be lying in that hospital bed, gazing out onto the stars for days and weeks on end, unable to bring myself to leave it.

[She pauses for a moment.] Since coming here, I feel that I have to some degree recovered a ghost of who I once was. I no longer feel so apathetic, without purpose. There are things I care to do for myself, regardless of whether it is an instruction I have given. I could choose to defy my own orders.

And yet, given the depths of despair I had fallen into without any understanding or reason, and given my own missives, I do greatly fear what may lie within there.

Did I ever tell you that I do not know my own wish? I have no recollection of what it is I bargained for in order to come here. It was the old Harrowhark who made that deal.