Marina Domek

"...you...might have a point..."

Shaking her head.

"You're doing just fine, Samarie. Just...keep trying."

"I don't know about us being similar. You're definitely more skittish than I am."

She steps closer to her friend.

"That and you're always clinging to me when we're around other people."

"You don't seem to have any problems talking to me. What makes me different? Is it just the crush, or is it more than that?"

"You can say that again."

Pause.

"Oh you mean just being around people. Being locked away for all that time must be the reason, huh."

Marina can't quite relate. But she can understand at least with feeling different.

"...are you doing ok?"

Marina gives Samarie a look. She's softening up to her, slowly but surely.

"Shut up, Majora."

"I went back to the train for a bit."

If they were going to spend their days in this place, might as well see if any of the personal belongings there were useful.

"Raaah, I'm a moonscorched."

Completely deadpan.

"You're missing a leg, you are not fine."

Her voice is stern, and almost quivering. Her heart feels heavy as she wraps the cloth around Samarie's...

"Shit...I can't believe this happened..."

Marina hadn't been around to help. She is now, and one look is all it takes for her expression to change.

"Samarie? What happened?"

She's already on her, already working on stemming the flow of blood.

"Who starts a conversation like that? Anyway hi."

Giving a wave.

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"I imagine."

It's definitely a bit of a creepy one. She's used to it by now.

"It's probably best we don't wander too far from each other. Who knows what else this horrid town has in store for us."

"No thanks necessary, just be a little more careful."

Helping steady her friend. Strange that she was calling this girl her friend and all...but she supposed this place was strange enough that even stranger friendships could forge.

"Are you ok?"

Catching before she hits the floor.

"Watch your step..."

"Don't thank me yet. We've still got to get out of here."

She met her gaze, a small smile forming on her own face.

"I need your help. I can't do this alone, and we both know you alone can't get out of here, not with your health issues."

She steps closer, bringing a hand up to gently rest on Samarie's shoulder.

"No, that doesn't mean we're girlfriends. It just means that we're going to be companions for a lot longer than just this festival."

Her heart went out to Samarie. She could feel, for once, that Samarie was speaking from the heart, not trying to appeal to Marina.

"Then it's settled. You're coming with me after we get out of this hellhole. We'll find a flower garden so you can see actual flowers."

She accepts the vial from Samarie, looking down at it.

"Depends on the God I guess. Gro-goroth might not care if we went insane or not, probably would prefer it for the destruction of it all."

She opens her eyes back up, looking at Samarie.

"And I don't think you're saying that to me for selfish reasons either. You're...you know, you're not that bad. If I had friends like you when I was younger, maybe things would have turned out different?"

"..."

She closes her eyes. That's a good point. They were both technically free from the church now. This would be a great opportunity to just start over from scratch. Leave the past behind.

"I hate that you're making sense. You're right, I could do that."

// Marina: i don't think drinking wine from the church is a good idea

Samarie, a sacrifical lamb for the church since 8: good ridance

"I see your point and raise you the counterpoint that the gods are fickle."

She's right though, it's just an excuse to not get drunk around Samarie. One of them has to stay sober to watch out for danger.

"I dunno. Mom's dead, Dad's dead, dunno if the church would want me back after this either. Honestly I haven't had much time to think about it."

Right, she was basically being used as a sacrificial lamb, of course Samarie wouldn't have anywhere to go.

"Do you really think drinking holy wine is a great idea in a 'game' like this?"

Seemed to her like a recipe for disaster. They were already in a bad spot, pissing off some other random god for drinking spirits intended for use in their honor seemed...unwise.

"Kind, huh?"

She wouldn't argue with that. Let him believe what he wanted to, wasn't her place to tell him no.

"Well Dad's a bastard. I don't think he ever saw me as a girl, and if he did, he had a hell of a way of showing it."

"As good as I'll ever be in this damn city."

Samarie was constantly battling her health she knew. It was something she'd noticed while wandering with her, she often had to give her some time to catch her breath.

"Assuming we get out of here, where do you plan on going? Back to the church?"

"It's unnerving is what it is."

Having Samarie around at least made it less quiet.

"How are you holding up?"