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tushanshu2014-05-13 08:02 pm
beunbroken) wrote in tushanshu2014-05-13 08:02 pm
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Voxophone III -- video
[Elizabeth appears on the screen, her bright blue eyes wide and filled with tears. She says nothing, but holds up a sign. It simply reads:
Pavel Chekov Has Gone Home.
It's not even in her normal, flowing handwriting. Instead, it's on tear-stained paper, her letters simple.
Pavel Chekov has gone home. Leaving her here alone. No goodbye, no nothing. No hope of joining him in Space or on the Moon or anything. Nothing at all.
It's the first time she's ever experienced loss. At least, loss of this magnitude.
She shuts off the feed, having no intentions of sitting around to write down platitudes. If you need her, she'll be in her bedroom.]
Pavel Chekov Has Gone Home.
It's not even in her normal, flowing handwriting. Instead, it's on tear-stained paper, her letters simple.
Pavel Chekov has gone home. Leaving her here alone. No goodbye, no nothing. No hope of joining him in Space or on the Moon or anything. Nothing at all.
It's the first time she's ever experienced loss. At least, loss of this magnitude.
She shuts off the feed, having no intentions of sitting around to write down platitudes. If you need her, she'll be in her bedroom.]
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It's clear that Chekov is gone from the turtle. Part of Booker has a feeling of deja vu - of knocking on a door and trying to give words of comfort to this girl in another situation, maybe one a little more dire, but less close to her heart.
The difference is, Booker knows what it is to kill a man. He doesn't know what it feels like to be left like this. Not really. There's death, sure, what happened to her mother, but this? This is different.
He brings her tea - it's what they both seem to do when the other is dealing with something hurtful. Make tea.]
Elizabeth?
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Her sheets still smelled like him, faintly, from when he'd stayed over, and a shirt of his remained in the corner of her bedroom, but it wasn't the same.]
Go away! [her muffled cries came.] I don't want to talk to you or anyone!
[Just him. Just Pavel.]
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You don't have to talk. I thought you might be hungry. There's tea and sandwiches.
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Just leave me alone! [That means come in and hug her.]
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I don't care, [She mutters forlornly.]
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[He sets it down on the bedside table, then watches her for a moment, wondering if he should stay or go. She just looks so lonely, though, sprawled out on the bed like that, and finally he perches on the edge of the bed to place a soothing hand on her back.]
I'm sorry.
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I'm sorry this happened.
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I know, [She says softly, her head on his knee.] Do... Do you think he'll remember me?
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Thank you, dad.
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Sure. If you need anything - just say the word.
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