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Chiaki... [He exhales her name softly, once again stepping forward to lean into her. He isn't big enough to actively hug her in this form.]

It's not your fault. It'll never be your fault. Please don't... don't beat yourself up about this.

Edited 2022-09-05 07:58 (UTC)

[ She's quiet again, as he hugs her.

She can't not beat herself up about this. And he doesn't have to know, does he? It's so easy to keep her thoughts to herself, to just be still. With her eyes closed and her voice quiet, she doesn't look like a person at all. She's just a tree, separate from him.

But she does care about him. So the most prominent thought in her mind surfaces, and she has to give voice to it. The tree shudders again, a little. ]

You can't die again.

[Peter blinks a little at the sentiment as he peers up at Chiaki again. He doesn't want to die again, he doesn't plan on it, but this place is full of strange bad surprises.]

Will something bad happen beyond the dying part-? Cause the dying part is already pretty bad.

[ The eyes on her trunk crack open again, the little invisible flame within them kindling again. This is serious. This is important. He needs to hear her. Even if her voice is little more than a whisper, right now. ]

That was your second, wasn't it? Next time, you might forget something.

[Even with the whisper of a sentiment, Peter can feel Chiaki's determination in her gaze. It's a slight shift, but he can tell at the moment.] Yeah, it was my second death here.

Seriously-? I... hadn't realized. Do you lose a memory every time you die after the first two?

I think so.

[ She isn't SURE, that's just what she's heard. But Atem and Ryou count their deaths, and they've been here a lot longer. ]

So you have to be really careful now.

That's... not great. [He exhales a little. The thought of losing memories, pieces of himself essentially is jarring.

How much would he even be Peter Parker if he lost his memories? Would he just be a strange giant rat? A real monster if he loses pieces of himself?]

I'll be careful. [It's a promise he can't quite keep, but he'll try.]

[ She hears the uncertainty in his voice. She knows how much danger he's put himself in, time and time again. ]

You have to be. Otherwise you won't be you anymore. I don't know if there's a way to stop it, or undo it.

Please, Peter-kun.

You have to promise too, Chiaki. [He stands pretty firm on that. His tail whips against the ground a little in displeasure. He winces a little at the feeling, managing to catch his tail to keep it from hitting the ground again. The bite from earlier in the day is healing still.]

You can't die anymore either. Neither of us- [His grip tightens on his tail, the pain making him click his teeth together, ears folding tight against his skull.] Neither of us need to lose ourselves here.

[ And now she finds - it's harder in the other direction, isn't it? For any number of reasons - because she doesn't know what will happen, because she knows she's supposed to die here, because she's died already and everything since is borrowed time,

But he's waiting for an answer, and she wants to be kind. So the tree answers as honestly as she can. ]

I'll do my best not to die. I promise.

It's all we can do, Chiaki. We can't... pretend stuff won't happen. [He's honest in turn, whiskers drooping. Peter wishes he could ensure none of them ever died again, but he knows he can't.

Realistically, he can't make that a promise either of them can keep.] This place just keeps throwing worse and weirder stuff at us. All we can really do is try to stay safe.

Yeah...

[ There's only so much safe they can be.

She's scared they're destined to die, again and again, losing themselves - or maybe dying a different way, returning to the Sea of Stars to drift, like she has for the last two weeks without knowing about the time spent there.

Are there ways out of this that aren't just delaying the inevitable? ]

What did I miss? The last two weeks?

Well, like I said earlier, everyone who didn't die in that wasteland got brought back. [He takes a step back or so as he gazes up at her. Trying to maintain some eye contact with a tree is not the easiest thing in the world.] A lot of recovery mostly, people waiting for the fog to roll in. All the new people were a little spooked after everything that happened.

I don't blame them.

[ The wasteland feels incredibly recent to her, and she's still a bit haunted by it.

Though maybe not as much as she could be. She's not sure if that's scarier. She shudders a bit. ]

Have you... been recovering, too?

I've been trying. It's always a process. [Peter says simply back, his whiskers flicking uncertainly. For once he has been trying to take it easy as he can.]

It just feels very... bizarre. We went from a really harsh survival situation back to what we call civilization and the fog followed us home.

... It's the same fog, huh?

[ Nanami could kind of tell that something was strange about this fog. Especially since it had been hard for her to tell that she really was back home, on the peninsula, when she first woke up. ]

But fog is part of us, now, so I guess it makes sense for it to follow us.

It definitely feels like it. [Peter says with a slow exhale.] Everything just feels... wrong.

[He rubs at his arms a little.] That's incredibly ominous, Chiaki. It feels like you're gonna like foretell my doom next.

[He pauses before adding.] Don't foretell my doom, please.

I won't. [ He gets a light chuckle on the breeze, at that. ]

I didn't mean to. Sorry, Peter-kun.

I know you didn't, but I was also like expecting I dunno a crack of thunder from the sky after that? [He does smile a little at Chiaki's low chuckle.]

Thunder's probably dangerous for a tree...

[ Idly musing. Things she has to think about now, while she's like this. Oh... ]

Hey... I'll probably be this way all week... will you come visit me, sometimes?

Are you going to be... well, a tree for the rest of the week? [He has to ask given her own question.] And yeah, of course, I'm just- kinda shocked you're like literally a giant tree right now.

...Sometimes the fog makes you bigger or scarier. It's called a fog form.

I guess... that's what I am right now.

This place just likes getting weirder I guess. [He is baffled by the idea of a fog form. He has a rough idea of it, but it doesn't make it any less weird.]

Are you going to just be okay here?

Edited 2022-09-19 00:17 (UTC)

Yeah. I'll be okay.

[ She has to be. Where else is she supposed to go? What else is she supposed to do? She's massive. ]

Do you want me to like... do anything? [Does a tree need a sweater? Some kind of shelter? Peter has no idea what to do.]

I know this is gonna be weird.

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