Breath flowed out of her, lifting a weight from her chest. She had barely even known it was there, until its weight became oppressive a minute ago. Daiya still held her muscles tense, unsure if it would all fly back to her. She had barely started to get to know Hex, and already the blue girl seemed like an indivisible part of her world. As constant as Brie, or Cartri, or Darkwire. She couldn't bear to see Hex leave, or be the cause of a Force curse upon her. The young shadowrunner found an easy temper for her face, pensive yet hopeful, her eyes curious as they followed Hex across the room.
"
Sounds like a load of chit!" Daiya managed to crack a joke, and a grin, as Hex intoned in clinical language. It had the ring of something Corpo, or far more technical than she wished to consider, and the teen shook her head. "
You said they were friends before. I don't trust the Force to make a good friend." She took the glass from her friend, looking at it soberly. Her thoughts still a jumble, the teen found herself transfixed by the reflection in the water. It rippled with the liquid, warping to take the form of her last Vision. A macabre scene of some twisted Corpo's delight, threatening peril to her friends with only the barest hint of salvation: staying behind on the mission to—
Daiya gasped, spilling water all over her hand as she jumped back. The image dissolved to clarity again, leaving the teen staring at it for longer than a moment. She almost missed what her friend was saying, breathing with a bit too much determination as she stared at the water glass, almost daring it. Her voice was low as she spoke, mainly to bolster herself. "
I don't trust the Force."
She looked up to find Hex staring at her, as if waiting. Her eyes passed over the scene, noticing the dampness on her sleeve and the water all over her hand as if for the first time. The teen blinked, shaking her head, "
I might need something stronger than this." She took a drink anyway, nearly draining the remainder in the glass. The cool liquid washed over her thoughts, assuaging calm over the tempest of her emotions. It wasn't enough. "
Where's that fething joint now?"
"
Huh?" Her mind was stuck in the slow lane, forcing Daiya to replay the events as much as she could recall. There was a reason she drew out her Visions, she could never keep them from fading too quickly from her memory. Her mind seemed as set against them as she was, threatening to doom her. Her chest tightened, the weight returning, as if a Vision itself had visited once more. Daiya knew what would happen if she ignored one, and the same, frightening thought shook her now. She stared at Hex, her mouth open, the tip of her tongue reaching for the words that were almost out of reach. "
I..."
There it was!
Daiya reached for the joint, but it was a couch cushion she found in her hands instead. Where had the water glass gone? The teen hugged the cushion to her chest, setting her chin on it as her lungs finally relented. She could breathe again, regular and easy, her tongue untwisted for a moment. "
I see something."
That wasn't much of an explanation. She plopped down, letting the couch cushion envelope her legs. Daiya wouldn't mind sinking into it, letting herself drift on a plush, foam-filled sea of couch. She could feel it around her sides, her shoulders too, letting it cradle her neck as she laid back again to take in the ceiling above, floating on the placid waters beneath her. "
They're pretty awful, fething violent too, Hex!"
"
I've died a lot in them, and watched a chitload of friends die, or get hurt, or chit like that." Her words had a cheery, almost detached, mood to them now. Daiya wasn't sure where Hex was at the moment, she just knew her friend could hear her. That was enough. She could answer Hex, tell her all about the Visions just like she had with Brie and Cartri and Yula and...the list went on longer in her head, drifting away from her on a different current. Daiya was riding Hex's current this time, tightening her grip on the cushion that smelled of Blue Girl. "
Sometimes I know why, and it's like 'astral, I can just avoid that,' but it's never that fething easy, Hex."
"
You should see some of them!" Daiya raised her head, thinking she could get up to fetch her datapad. She thought wrong, and her body refused to progress any further. It sank, deeper and deeper, into the sea of foam in the couch beneath. The teen was giggling, having missed the start of it, and she managed to point an arm toward the bedrooms. "
They're all on my datapad, but I can't fething get up!"
For some reaosn, that was the funniest chit in the galaxy right now.
Hex
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