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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[crushed_pearls]

Erin nods softly. She drains half her whiskey in one go before setting the glass back down; she makes no move to get up. "It's my genuine pleasure to meet you, Daisy," she murmurs. "Even with all this going down. Even here, with the ship listing and torn, alone among strangers, it's nice to meet someone who understands a little. Thank you, for that."

She tilts her head up, 'looking' at the face Daisy is wearing, and folds her arms over each other on the table. "I came when you called. Now I'll ask my favor in turn. Think about what it is you want. Really, honestly think about it. I hear anger in your voice but I don't hear a lot of conviction. I genuinely hope your partner can be returned to you, but once she is, what then? She, too, is not sovereign. Any more than you are. Any more than I am, be I ever so mighty. There's no escape from the abundant world. Its generosity ensnares us all. I hope the next time we talk you have an idea about your future here, in the garden we share."

[pointofhonoria]

She regrets saying it pretty much as soon as she hears it on Erin's tongue, but it's too late at this point. Erin wasn't a threat that night, crying on the floor and exhausted from a lack of sleep, but Daisy isn't stupid. She knows Erin could fuck her up in this body. She could probably fuck her up even if she had her own body.

So despite the way her teeth grit, despite the way she considers slamming the glass down hard enough to shatter it... she bites it back. Self-preservation comes first.

She really doesn't know what happens if this body gets killed.

"...I'm not going to make any promises. But. Fine. Whatever. I'll think."

[crushed_pearls]

"I can't ask anything more," Erin murmurs. "...And I wouldn't even if I could. Good luck, Daisy. I hope you can make your fate your own."

[pointofhonoria]

The noise she makes at that is somewhere between a growl, a grunt, and something that's not so easily categorised. She sets her drink down a little too hard and... pushes it Erin's way. She isn't going to drink it. She never was.

"It already is," says the woman who's fate has been entangled with an entity no one can ever truly comprehend since she was eleven years old. Her choices are her own, but her fate hasn't been for a long time, has it.

She pushes up from her seat. "Keep up your end of the deal. Alright?"

[crushed_pearls]

"You contacted me, Daisy. I'll only breach the silence if I have serious reason to believe you'll be affected, or at your request. You have nothing to fear from me as long as the state of harmony our truce is founded on persists."

Erin combines the two glasses and sighs. "I think I'll stay here a bit. Stay safe."

[pointofhonoria]

"Good. You do that."

She doesn't know how to deal with the 'stay safe' sentiment so she doesn't say a word about it, just slips away from her chair and strides off to go find somewhere to process the conversation she just subjected herself to.

She's going to go mad if they don't do something soon.

Whatever that something may be.