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[Sveta's back, friends! She's on the deck, dressed as if going to a ceremony. A long white dress whispers around her ankles and her hair falls loose around her face. She looks as if she had been crying once, but has since brushed it off, revealing only a few faint splotches of red around her eyes. She sets the camera down and takes a deep breath.]

Destiny. We're all supposed to have one, yes? We're all supposed to follow it. But I never knew you could change it.

[She holds up her hands to show them. They're covered in a faint white dust which she brushes off quickly, creating a small cloud.]

Chalkdust. [She gives the camera a very serious look.] It might as well be bloodstains. [She reaches into a small purse and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it quickly. Yeah. Sveta smokes. Enjoy that.]

Fuck them. I'm not going back.

[Private to Ardent]

I can erase Destiny. They asked me to erase the Destiny of a young boy.

[Private to Howie]

I'm back. [A soft laugh.] Obviously. He didn't stop me.

[Filtered to Friends]

Give me tonight. Then tomorrow, get me drunk. Or something.

[[OOC: So. Apologies for the Sveta spam again. BUT...Sveta's had a canon update, yay! The details of that will come later! For now, she's just a little freaked out. Also, feel free to spam if you want. She'll be up on deck for a while.]

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Of course.

Yep, just let me know.

[He frowned a little, but thought about it. Right now, his priority wasn't exactly with deciding exactly what was moral, but with making her feel better, and there was a question nagging at his mind on her last statement.]

So what... will you do instead, if you really are finished with them?

[She sighed, frustrated, and almost teared up at that.] I don't know! [It was the same question Ardent had asked. And she still didn't know.]

[Instead of pressing it further, he just pulled her into a hug,] We'll find something. Don't worry, we will. It can be sorted out.

But right now, I'm worried about you... right now.

[She wrapped her arms around him again and began to cry softly. She hated that the tears came, but she had missed him so much and the past few days had been hard.]

I know...

[He ran his hand through her hair and didn't let go,] It'll be alright. I'm here, we'll work it out.

You won't have to do it.

[She rested her forehead against his neck and just sighed softly, gaining control of the tears again.]

Thank you. I...don't know what I would do if I had to go back.

Nobody should be given decisions like that. [It was... verging on making yourself God, but he wouldn't say that.]

I'll do what I can to help, aye?

This place is exceptionally static as usual.

[pause]

The chalk. The one you were playing God with, or whatever it was designed to do. Where is it?

Alright. [She reached up and rubbed at her eyes, moving back to sit down in the chair again.]

I don't know what you can do. It...doesn't matter.

...playing God? [She frowns, but pulls the small box out of her bag to show him. Inside was the chalk, but she didn't dare open it.]

It's here.

Just... let me think about it, hm? [He looked across at her, still definitely worried,] It does matter, Sveta. Because... you can't end up treating this place like home, so let me think about it.

Writing fate. Like Tak did.

[He looks very wary of it.]

Is that box remotely secure?

I'm not playing god. [Pout.]

And what do you mean by secure?

You would have been.

Who can get in it? Could I get in it if I just happened to pick it up?

No.

You could. But it would be useless to you. I'm the only person it works for.

That doesn't change what it is.

I... have an unbreakable box.

Well, nearly.

This place isn't my home. [She was quite certain about that as she picked up her tea.]

I trust you. Okay. [She really didn't know what he could do, though.]

Good. Because... it shouldn't be anyone's.

[He nodded and tried to give her a reassuring smile. He had half an idea, he just had to do something with it.]

I have to ask, Sveta. The smoking? [He didn't sound bothered, just confused.]

Why do you have an unbreakable box?

For the Cube.

[She shrugged, looking up to him.]

It's just...

I did at home.

I'm going to keep the Chalk, Ardent.

Huh.

[He shrugged lightly,] It's nothing really, just that... you never used to, that's all.

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