“There is that old saying, don’t fuck with Samurai. It exists for a pretty damn good reason. You could have the greenest of rookies, freshly minted and without any reputation, but if you fuck with that Samurai it will be hell on earth. The worst though are those that don’t react imdiately, that go through a right shitshow of a day and have a complete ntal break. Then they vanish for a day or two, only to show up mad as a motherfucker and with the single goal of making sure that whoever has hurt them, their friends, or god forbid their pets, regrets ever being born. Don’t know if you heard tale of the Blood Widow, but that girl is right fucked in the head. Nobody knows what exactly happened, but when she showed up in the next town over her gaze alone could flay you alive. The one fuckwit tryna ss with her got blown up so hard they’re still finding bits and pieces of his remains scattered across the country side.
People are afraid of the antithesis. The worst they do is eat you, because they don’t know any better. It’s a matter of survival with them, but it’s simple. No personal involvent, no skewed opinion on anything. Just good old fashioned survival.
No, the real threat is a Samurai who has had a complete ntal break. If you see it happen, run. You might still be able to make your way to get-the-fuck-away-land. If you’re responsible for their outbreak? Well, may god help you, because that’s exactly the kind of help you would need. Mark my words.”
- Post on the Samurai Forums, in a discussion about the dangers of Samurai
Cheryl led to another room nearby, similarly filled with people although without the obvious narcotics changing hands everywhere. There was so beer and so other alcohol, but that was about the extent of it.
Sarah was nowhere to be found, which was a bit surprising considering that she usually towered over everyone. Cheryl asked one of the people in the room and they directed us to a door further in the room.
With a nod she indicated that she would wait here, while I would talk to Sarah. To not scare anyone off, Myriad went invisible, following with the rest of the Queen’s Guard.
The door led to a small hallway with smaller rooms on each side. Finding Sarah wasn’t hard, considering that hers was the only room that was closed.
I knocked twice. “Hey Sarah? It’s , Seraphine. Mind if I co in?”
There was no response.
I repeated my question, a little louder this ti, but still no reply ca. Eventually I decided to enter anyway, leaving my drones outside. The room I found myself in was small and dimly lit by so monitor on the wall playing so random ani on mute.
Sarah was laying on a small bed, a collection of beer cans on the ground next to it. She was staring into space, absently kneading a small pillow with her hands.
She looked… horrible. Unkempt, unwashed, clothes in utter disarray. She looked weak, weaker than I’ve ever seen her before. I had seen her during so pretty dark tis, but this was a new low, even for her.
The dim light didn’t help, just offset the ruined make-up and the dirty state of her clothes. They were street clothes, not her working outfit, which was a little surprising. Not too much though. She hated her working outfit.
“Hey,” I said quietly as I entered, closing the door behind .
She didn’t react for a mont, before finally her gaze moved over to , eyes glassy and unfocused. She watched as I walked closer, taking in the room. It was in disarray, just as much as she was, but it wasn’t as bad as our apartnt either.
“How are you?” I asked quietly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, giving her a small smile.
She didn’t reply, simply watching with that empty gaze. It was like… looking into the eyes of soone who knew they were already dead. That complete loss and hopelessness. It hurt to see.
“I heard what happened,” I said quietly, dropping the smile, “I’m so sorry Sarah.”
She snorted, the first reaction I got. It was… not a good sign, but at least it was so kind of reaction.
“Nothing would have changed,” she said, voice unclear and drunk, “Even if he didn’t die, nothing would have fucking changed…”
“You don’t know that,” I replied, trying for a smile, but dropped it when I realised that I couldn’t bring myself to show even a half-way sincere one. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”
“You couldn’t have changed anything anyways,” she said bitterly, “Honestly, I’m coming to think that neither could he. He should have left there.”
I put a hand on her arm, simply making contact. It was… cold. Almost unhealthy. The kind of feeling of soone who was freezing to death. She didn’t react at all, just gazing at with those empty, unfocused eyes that could look quite pretty, but didn’t. Not in her state.
We spent a mont in silence. I wasn’t sure what to say. In my ti as a joytoy I’ve seen my fair share of desperation. But not like this.
“We all see so dark and cruel tis,” I started, searching for words I wasn’t sure I had, “But for each low there is a high. I don’t think Patrick would want to see you sour like this.”
Sarah laughed, a bitter, humourless sound, so completely devoid of joy that it hurt to hear, “He didn’t give a fuck about . I was just so whore he rescued from behind so dumpster sowhere. I might be an idiot, Seraphine, but I’m not stupid. No, he didn’t care about . He didn’t even ask for my na. At first I thought, I really thought, that maybe he might actually care, that soone might actually think I was worth saving, worth paying even the slightest bit of attention to.”
She sighed, rubbing her face with one hand, “I was foolish. Naive. I’m a whore. A worthless whore. Just like the rest of us.”
Tears escaped from behind the hand on her face and she sobbed quietly.
I just sat there, unsure what to say. I wanted to help her, to tell her things would be fine, but I didn’t know how. Sarah seed worse than I rembered, much worse. I always knew that she hated the job, but I’d never seen her this bad because of it.
“I don’t deserve anything,” she continued in a quiet tone, “Selling my own body, what a fucking disgrace. I should have fucking stayed behind that stupid dumpster and died.”
“Don’t say that, you deserve more in life,” I tried, unsure if it would even get through to her.
“No, I don’t! I’m a whore, Seraphine. I’m a disgrace to society. I don’t deserve anything. The mont I spread my legs for a handful of credits my life was over,” she hissed, voice weak but full of hatred and disgust, directed at herself and, to my shock, at , “But you would never get it. You are so enamoured with the idea of bending over for any sorry sot who asks you to. You’re just as bad as Sharon. Worthless sluts with no dignity left in them. Do everyone a favour and fucking die, the lot of you.”
Her comnt threw . I didn’t know what to feel. The veracity and earnestness with which she delivered it hurt deeper than anything had hurt before.
Emotions bubbled up inside , anger, fear, anxiety. I tried hard to keep them bottled up, to try to stay calm. She was in a very bad way, I reminded myself. But it wasn’t easy.
“Even joytoys can have dignity, Sarah,” I said, trying to keep my voice level, “And if you really think that, why did you never take any of the chances to switch jobs?”
She snarled, face twisted with an anger and hatred I had never seen before in her. All directed towards herself and . To any joytoy really, I realised after a mont.
“Because I’m already lost, Sera, I’m a whore. Whores don’t deserve anything in life. The mont I spread my legs for even a single credit my life was over. That’s the one thing you don’t get.”
I frowned, unsure how to react to that.
She sighed, tears bubbling up once more, “When Patrick found I thought that maybe, just maybe there was so way to absolve myself of my sins, but I was naive. I’m worthless. I didn’t even deserve to die. It’s like a cruel ga, punishnt for selling myself off to the lowest bidder.”
It… What? I heard her words, what she said, but I had trouble understanding what they ant. Sins? She had given up because of that? Because she thought we were sinning? That was why she didn’t even try?
The thought alone was enough to fuel the emotional cocktail flowing through , confused and shocked as I was. But I forced myself to remain calm. Sarah was miserable, I reminded myself over and over again, like a mantra. She needed help, she needed soone to be there for her, not soone who would explode on her.
“Do you really think that there is nothing you can offer to anyone? That you couldn’t find a better job that didn’t require you to sell yourself?”
I wanted to understand, to understand what she was saying, why she was saying it. She couldn’t be for real, right? This couldn’t actually be the way she thought, right?
“I don’t deserve another job, Sera! You don’t deserve anything either, nor do the rest of human scum selling their bodies! The fact that you beca a Samurai makes sick, you don’t deserve anything! You’re such a fucking whore, such a fucking sinner that your fucking parents left you behind! You should die like the rest of us, like god intended!”
My expression froze.
Sarah hated , fully convinced of her words. She hated herself, any joytoy, and so deeply, that she wanted us to go kill ourselves.
But what really, truly hurt, was her comnt about my parents. That she had the audacity to bring them up in this conversation fucking enraged , it enraged us!
She was far too gone for any kind of help that we could offer, and she had said far, far too much for us to even consider helping her in the first place. Sarah knew about our parents. She knew exactly what had happened as best as we could rember it.
That she had the fucking gall to insinuate that they left us for dead because we were a whore… We had no love for those pieces of shit. They left us behind, they could die for all we cared. But that she had the fucking gall to insinuate that we had been left for dead because we were whoring ourselves out instead of trying to live a normal fucking life.
Before we had been angry, anxious, confused and we had felt lost. Now all that remained was a deeply rooted and complete wrath that consud us entirely. Sarah went far, far further than she had any right to. She knew it, we saw it in her eyes, but she had done so anyway.
Seraphine, please calm down. Sarah very likely didn’t an it. She is in a very bad state and needs help.
Kaysa’s voice was calm, but distant, completely overshadowed by the indignant rage that completely overwheld the chorus and set us on the fucking warpath.
We had done so much to help her, tried everything we could. But not only did she not want any of it, her response was to wish for our death and the death of every single joytoy, and to even stoop so low as to hack at our past and the fact that our parents had abandoned us. She had gone too far. Much too far.
“Is that so? We don’t deserve anything, hm? Joytoys don’t deserve to enjoy their job, is it? Don’t deserve a normal life, yeah? We don’t deserve to be sothing more than that, because we’re a whore? Did we get that right? Well, guess the people we saved in the last two days didn’t deserve to live then. Since obviously our being a Samurai must have been a mistake. Do you want to kill them too? Maybe we should stop helping people. Like we helped you Sarah, or at least try to!” our voice was slowly rising, emotions running through us like a tsunami.
Seraphine, please calm down!
“You had every fucking chance to leave, we can’t even rember how many offers we placed at your feet only for you to ignore us and continue with the life that you hated so much. We spent months calling in every favour we had at our disposal to get you out of that fucking ss you were in, but you ignored it all. And now you repay all our efforts like this? Instead of actually trying to change anything, or at least not fucking snap at us for our efforts to do your fucking job for you, you listen to so idiot spouting nonesense about the great man in the sky and how you don’t deserve happiness in life?! How we should all just fucking die just because you can’t handle your fucking life?! How our parents left us behind because we’re a whore?!”
Seraphine Bloodfallen! You need to calm the fuck down!
The voice was distant, almost inaudible. We didn’t care, couldn’t care. It was lost to the droning of Sarah’s words on repeat in our head. Too consud by the anger and contempt we felt at her words and the sincerity behind them.
“Well, the idiot was fucking right,” she snapped back, halfway sitting up, “You don’t even realise it, do you? That we are the filth of society, the bottom feeders exploiting others and ourselves in a shallow excuse for a life that should have ended long ago. You think that being a joytoy, a whore, is a valid job to have, that it’s normal to throw away your dignity for a handful of credits in the hopes it's enough to buy food for the day? You are so blinded by your own lies that you can’t see the truth, Sera! We. Deserve. Nothing!”
We got up, looking her directly in the eyes. Seven hundred gazes of pure disgust and anger were staring daggers at her, and for the first ti she showed a reaction other than hatred and contempt.
Her face was full of fear. We scared her.
“No, Sarah,” our voice was whisper quiet and as cold as winter, “You are the one lying to yourself. Instead of doing sothing, of putting in the fucking effort to change sothing you rather sit and wallow in self-pity, drinking yourself to death because its easy. Life isn’t easy, Sarah, life is a fucking shitshow and you won’t get anywhere by sitting on your ass and thinking about how bad you have it. You’re right, you don’t have dignity anymore. But not because you’re a joytoy. It’s because you gave up on life. Gave up on yourself! Because you are so lost that you want people to fucking die rather than to sort your fucking shit out. You’re right that you don’t deserve any help, because at this point any help is wasted on you. We considered you a friend, Sarah… At this point we’re asking ourselves why we even bothered to try. You’ve shown us just how little you deserve in life. How little you care and how little you actually want.”
She snarled and clumsily got up, “Get out of this room, you wench, you festering excuse for a human being. I FUCKING HATE YOU!”
She made to push us away, but instead she fell down, laying still. Tears were playing at the edge of our vision, our body shivering. We couldn’t move. Rage and anger and a feeling of loss perated our entire being.
We had tried so hard to help her, never even realising that she didn’t want any help. Sohow we had missed just how deep she had fallen into a chasm of self-pity and despair until she was too far gone for us to do anything.
Sarah had decided that her life was over, and because of that everyone should suffer with her. She had gotten so lost in her own head that she couldn’t even see how wrong she was, because it was the only thing left in her.
She had gone to a point we weren’t even sure we could consider her even human anymore and it fucking hurt. It hurt more than anything else had ever hurt us, because we knew her and we had wanted to help her.
It hurt because the reason she was in this state was because our efforts had been too insufficient, and she had been too willing to do fucking nothing and listen to a bunch of insane lunatics rather than to try anything useful.
We hated her. We hated her for what she had done to herself, and we hated ourselves even more for being not good enough to stop it from happening.
We were vaguely aware that our healer rushed into the room, sliding to a stop next to Sarah to check her over. They were partly disconnected from the chorus, which is why it took us a mont to even realise sothing was wrong. That she wasn’t moving. Wasn’t breathing.
Panic overca us, shattering the tsunami of hatred and leaving us with only dread. We dropped to our knees next to her, a sudden horror and clarity washing away the remnants of all the discontent we had felt.
Finally Kaysa’s voice registered and everything beca real.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong with her? Kaysa!” Our voice was quivering.
When no answer ca and the first feedback from the healer filtered into the chorus, our stomach dropped and we nearly vomited. Tears were freely flowing down our face. We tried to wipe them away to see what was happening, to see what we could do to help.
“Kaysa, please! Do sothing!”
Our healer was injecting sothing into Sarah, multiple arms administering dicine, checking for pulse, doing a million different things we didn’t know how to do.
We knew it wasn’t enough.
I’m sorry, Seraphine. I can’t find any lifesigns. She’s dead.
The world broke apart as a giant chasm of despair opened beneath us and swallowed us whole.
Soone pulled us out of the room, but we didn’t pay attention. Words played vaguely at the edge of our awareness, but none of them were important. Nothing mattered anymore. We had failed. Failed to save Sarah. Not only from her job, we had failed to save her life.
Guilt gnawed at us, burrowing deeper and deeper into us, perating the song that made us whole until it was nothing more than broken notes. If only we had seen how bad she had been, maybe we could have done sothing else. Maybe if we had known the kind of road she was sliding down then maybe we could have done better.
We had tried so hard. Done whatever we could. It wasn’t enough. None of what we did was enough.
Our last conversation replayed in our mind over and over, showing us over and over again what we had done wrong. We had exploded on her, angry at her, a woman that we could only now see was so lost that she didn’t have anywhere to turn to. It should have been our job to help her, to remain calm, and make sure she would get through this.
But we didn’t. Instead we got angry, angry because she was trapped sowhere we couldn’t understand. Angry because of what she accused us of. Angry because she had given up entirely, probably a long ti ago already. We’d been helpless and in our helplessness we resorted to angrily lashing out at the one person we were responsible for.
In a way we had killed Sarah. We had killed our friend. Not only because we failed to help her before, but because we hadn’t been there when she most needed soone to lean on.
We had foisted that responsibility off to Patrick, not even realising how alone she must have been. We were so lost in our own grandeur, in enjoying our ti with Chloe and Jenna, killing xenos and saving people, that we hadn’t even stopped to think about her. We could have at least given her a fucking call.
And now we had failed at the last mont that might have been able to change the outco.
Eventually we ca to in another room, sitting in a corner with our arms wrapped around our legs. Tears had long dried up on our face when we didn’t have any left to cry. Jenna was sitting next to us, caressing our face gently. We didn’t even have the energy to look at her.
“I’m sorry, Seraphine,” she muttered.
We didn’t respond. There was nothing left to say, nor did we have the energy to even make the attempt.
“Kaysa told what happened,” she continued quietly, “It wasn’t your fault.”
We laughed at that, a weak, bitter expression filled with self-deprecation and despair. Not our fault, yeah sure.
“It was,” we pressed out between clenched teeth, “It was our responsibility to help. But we ssed it up. We didn’t even see how bad she was doing. And then… And then we made it so much worse because we couldn’t fucking keep a clear mind to maybe, maybe change sothing.”
We could see in her expression that she noticed our disarray, the way we spoke. We tried to clamp down on it, for her sake.
“You couldn’t have known,” Jenna continued, her gentle voice prickling in our ears but we ignored it.
“Yes, Jenna, we-... I could have. I spent every day with her. But I hadn’t even realised how badly she needed help. This doesn’t just happen over the course of a day, Jenna,” we looked at her, face contorted in hatred directed to nobody but ourselves, “I should have seen the signs, but I was too blind. And she was the one to pay the price.”
She didn’t reply, simply moved closer and wrapped an arm around us.
We sat in silence, as we replayed the last couple of months in our mind, trying to find where we had gone wrong.
The realities of our line of work.
The thought ca out of nowhere, and we hated how accurate it was. Sarah wasn’t the first we’d seen die, unhappy to the point of self destruction.
Over ti we had seen a number of bodies, OD’d, sliced wrists, sliced throats, bullet to the head, hanged, jumped out a window. The list was endless.
But never before had we been the one responsible. Never before had it been on us to prevent that outco. Never before had we ssed up this badly.
We didn’t know how long we sat there, until Jenna pulled us to our feet and led us out of the shelter. We vaguely recalled sitting in the Najav on our way back. The trip across the empty fields outside of town. There probably had been a forest around here at so point a long ti ago.
Sarah probably would have liked that.
We arrived and Jenna led us to the bedroom. We didn’t pay attention when she helped us undress, nor did we speak a word to her or Chloe.
The only thing we could think about was Sarah and how badly we had fucked up.
For a long ti we lay there, staring at the ceiling, mind churning and guilt keeping us awake. Eventually though, exhaustion overca us.
That night the chorus was plagued by endless terrible nightmares.
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