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Post by Magnus on Mar 24, 2011 0:35:42 GMT -6
"So?" Haven found herself asking. "It doesn't matter. It never mattered. ." She trailed off and looked at him. God, he probably hated her. She wouldn't be surprised if he did, although he wasn't acting like someone filled with hatred. He was just. . Sad, and that just made Haven feel worse. Lucifer had made a point to let her know that she was a horrible, horrible person for treating Ivan the way she had and how it was her entire fault he'd died.
"I'm. . I'm sorry. ." Haven said quietly. "It wasn't fair to you, having to take care of me to make sure I ate and slept and everything else. I. . I didn't mean for all of that to happen." Of course, the answers to that kept running through her head as well. Fifty-eight years of being tormented by one of the most depraved demons in Hell messed up your head a bit.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 24, 2011 0:44:35 GMT -6
Ivan frowned deeper and the poor ghost looked like he might cry. That was many, many years ago and talk of it brought up a lot of painful memories of being in love and rejected, and then spending the rest of his years in a great deal of heartache with little to no relief. His shoulders dropped a little bit and he made himself completely visible again. He didn’t want Haven to think he was being rude, even though she didn’t have to say any of this.
“That didn’t really matter either,” Ivan said, “I didn’t mind making sure you were taking care of yourself. I wanted you to be happy. Don’t apologize for it.”
Had the roles been reversed, and Ivan the brilliant inventor, he would have felt bad, too. He wasn’t Haven for that very reason, though. Making sure she was healthy and well-rested was about the only thing he felt he could have done for her. He didn’t have the grasp of machinery and mathematics that she did, or he would have tried to be a more direct help. He wanted to feel at least partly needed.
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Post by Magnus on Mar 24, 2011 1:03:26 GMT -6
Haven felt a pang in her chest when Ivan said that. She just wanted to go up to him and hug him and kiss him and tell him that things could return to the way that had once been. . But she couldn't. He would pass right through her, and things couldn't return, anyway. It was pointless to try. Ivan was a ghost, and she was alive again, but unless she figured out how to get into Purgatory, she would never see him again.
She had to leave the Library, and she had to go and save herself. That was far more important than anything else. If she succeeded, then she would be able to see Ivan again. If she failed. . Well, Haven didn't want to think about what would happen if she failed.
She looked Ivan in the eye. "I've loved you for over sixty years," she said quietly. "And I don't intend to stop any time soon. But I have to leave for now. Goodbye, Ivan. ."
And with that, she headed for the door. She had to leave a note for Selene, grab her things, and leave.
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