text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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[heavyhitter]

[ There it is, the famous Achilles monologue. She should have sensed it was coming. But she listens patiently, because at least this time it's actually something important instead of trivial.

Fate is still bullshit, comes her eventual conclusion, but also he's back to talking choices again. That's good. She can work with that. She nods sympathetically. ]

Hey, you don't need to convince me. You made a choice, it was the right one for you. Just remember it was a choice, alright? Take responsibility for it. I don't want you acting like this was all out of your hands, or something. [ She leans a little, to catch his eye for this part. It's the important part. ] It's just gonna hurt Olivia more, if you start talking like that.

[heelies]

[Sorry, but trying to convince an Ancient Greek hero that Fate has no bearing upon his life is as effective as trying to convince a conspiracy theory enthusiast that Area 51 conceals no evidence of alien contact.

Still her words bear weight as much as her head upon his shoulder or her hand upon his back do, and with the edge of the blanket he wipes at his damp cheeks.]

I do not wish to be the cause of more grief for Olivia, as already I have burdened her too greatly with this heartache we must share. Desire as I might have done to make her happy, and regretful as I am that in the end our love brought only pain...I cannot choose any differently. Thus shall I stand firm by that which my heart has chosen.

[heavyhitter]

[ And finally Ramir nods, satisfied with his answer. She pulls her arm away again, holding out her hand in front of them, palm up, requesting his. And if he obliges, he gets a firm, reassuring squeeze. ]

It sucks, I know. But be as kind to her as you can, alright?

[ Because she's pretty sure Olivia has a lot more fans on this team than Achilles does, honestly. Being a shit to Olivia would be a great way to get himself thrown through a wall. Potentially by Ramir herself. ]