[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[That decisiveness seems to make it click. When he stops next to her, the image settles, and he's standing next to his mother. But she doesn't acknowledge him, either. He may notice his colours have faded again, washing out a bit further, and there's a click somewhere in the room.]
[She doesn't answer, but she does tilt her head slightly, as if to hear him better. Her gaze is focused on the garden, which appears in full late-spring bloom from here.]
[The room is as nice as it was. The garden is accessible, but now the door further into the queen's chambers is ajar, just slightly, where before it was tightly shut.]
Do you have any suggestions? I'd rather know what I'm dealing with. If I go through that door [The one that just opened] or into the garden, or if I light that disgusting hall on fire, the things I do will have repercussions. But I can't predict them on no information.
[She finally looks at him, just slightly, out of the corner of her eye, calculating -- a look that's hers, but also Ariel's, because it's a look he got from her in the first place.]
Not everyone will see me. Not everyone has the option of going through that door. I'll tell you that much. You can do what you want to do, but you do have experience with visceral desires being enacted inside of someone, don't you?
We're brothers, more alike than I think either of us ever wanted. But I'll follow my own judgment. It's hard to repair something you've already destroyed, I know that much.
[He looks at her, oddly wistful. And reaches over to touch her shoulder, quiet, not saying anything else before turning back into the room for that door.]
[Is it just him or did she glance back after him?? Who knows.
When he opens the door the world seems to bottom out and he falls, to somewhere damp and musty. FOR YOU it may be familiar, as a spot that existed in the gardens when you were a child, before a certain incident of a tiny prince ending up in places he shouldn't be and not being found for a whole day caused it to be replaced with different decorations.]
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Ariel.
[He won't address her by mother, because she's not, not really. Just some memory of their mother, the queen, the tyrant, the warlord.]
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All this doesn't exist. You, like this, it's all memories.
So tell me, I'm in Ariel aren't I? You're part of him.
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That's right.
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And every angle, I suppose. I don't know why I'm here.
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What do you want to do, with access to everything?
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I should want to kill him. But I don't. Not really. I want to fix... This. All of it.
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[The room is as nice as it was. The garden is accessible, but now the door further into the queen's chambers is ajar, just slightly, where before it was tightly shut.]
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[He glances at that, but back to her.]
Do you have any suggestions? I'd rather know what I'm dealing with. If I go through that door [The one that just opened] or into the garden, or if I light that disgusting hall on fire, the things I do will have repercussions. But I can't predict them on no information.
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Not everyone will see me. Not everyone has the option of going through that door. I'll tell you that much. You can do what you want to do, but you do have experience with visceral desires being enacted inside of someone, don't you?
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We're brothers, more alike than I think either of us ever wanted. But I'll follow my own judgment. It's hard to repair something you've already destroyed, I know that much.
[He lifts a hand.]
I'm fading. I take it that's another reflection?
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...Things are going to change. For you, him, whatever way you want to see it.
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[She looks back out the window, an obvious dismissal.]
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When he opens the door the world seems to bottom out and he falls, to somewhere damp and musty. FOR YOU it may be familiar, as a spot that existed in the gardens when you were a child, before a certain incident of a tiny prince ending up in places he shouldn't be and not being found for a whole day caused it to be replaced with different decorations.]