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CHARACTERS: degar, viveca
LOCATION: the north wing
DATE: post the die is cast mission
CONTENT: some unhappy truths have come to light. degar deals with them; viveca helps.
WARNINGS: sadness :c

[ the doors of the north wing slide shut behind viveca; in her hand, the orb still glows dimly as she walks towards the now-enforced barrier. she does not have degar's magic to enter it... but she knows how to return the orb there, at the very least. how to make it join with the others, and how to do it so that there is no hole in the containment spell.

she does it carefully, meticulously; regardless of how worried she is... her job comes first. a good politician always thinks with logic, not with emotion, her father's voice says in her head, and she grits her teeth until the orb is safely inside the barrier —

and then she nearly runs to their old quarters.

inside, degar sits on his bed, staring vacantly at the opposite wall; viveca stops herself at the doorway, lingering. it is not the first time she has seen degar's unflappable spirit be shaken, but — never quite like this.

slowly, she walks into the room, takes a seat next to him. places her hand on his, entwines their fingers; and says nothing. speaking words of comfort has never been her strong suit: instead, what she can do much better is show that she is here for him, no matter what. just as she has been throughout their entire time on the station.

it doesn't matter how long it takes for him to speak — she does not move, simply sits there by his side. ]