Week 1 | Jinah and Vriska's hut | Sunday evening

[sasetai]

[ So here they are in their sad little hut. The ocean is far too loud and the day has been far too long. The Chief says they can do little more than wait for judgment to be passed and that's probably the worst of the news-- she hates waiting. ]

Do you think you could do it? Kill someone, I mean.

[ It's the only thing on all their minds she's sure. It's the only thing that's on her own after all.

Well, one of the only things. ]

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[hypertoxic]

[ Vriska, perched on her bed, is tying her messy nest of hair back into a sloppy pony tail with a short cord she got from ... somewhere, god knows. Like most people, she's switched into the single outfit's worth of clothes she's got right now - this obnoxiously orange getup, minus the hood and the wings. The hood is there, sitting on the foot of her bed, and her boots are on the floor.

She does not look over at Jinah when she asks that question, but it's clear she heard it by the way her movements still briefly. Then she simply resumes tying her hair up. ]

Yes.

[ Simple and direct. ]

My world was an extremely brutal and unforgiving place to grow up. If you weren't willing to do what it took to survive, you'd get slaughtered before you even pupated.

[ A pause. There's a hard edge in her voice as she finishes tying up her hair. ]

I survived.