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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CCC-REDHORSE. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 134.64.202.69 *** CCC-REDHORSE has joined 134.64.202.69 <CCC-REDHORSE> This is Reira Akaba! <CCC-REDHORSE>I'll try to answer you but sometimes I'm busy or sleeping, so I don't think about the message right away. <CCC-REDHORSE>(I might note old stuff down too...)

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bedtime after Atem's broadcast

[sweartoyou]

[Phew! Okay, sorry about that, buddy, she had to assure Atem that he's one of the best boys, argue with people trying to set their boundaries, and murder Dib. She's here now, though, at the end of the day, to slorp into the spot next to her, wherever it may be. Her arms wrap around the younger girl and hold her close before she even bothers speaking.]

Another loud day for you... How are you doing?

[gobo_projection]

[Well. At least by this point she's talked to enough folks that she's erm...

A little better?

...

Alright she's not a lot better but frankly speaking there's really only so much everyone can DO. It's not as if there are any other energy feeders in the household, or at least none who can safely send the goblin to sleepland.

Unfortunately, she also stands by that 'no lies' rule, which means her answer to Ray is nothing more than a rough head shake. It's still fairly loud, all things considered. Toning down, but not by a whole lot.]

[sweartoyou]

[Yeah, that sounds about right.

She doesn't start in on draining the girl just yet, though it wouldn't look any different if she did. It's how it's been done since they first tried testing if this would work as a quick fix to the network overload problem -- the slime drapes around Reira in a hug and simply leeches the energy away. While she's sure she's going to be the reason Reira gets to sleep again tonight, she's waiting for the explicit invitation.]

Even just watching everyone arguing... It's hard to hold back. I want to help, but...!

[Helping would actually be the opposite of helping, in this case. In more ways than one, even! But anyway.]

...Mr. Arachne used to have medicine... He gave it to me once, when I was growing my shell the first time. It helped the pain a little. Do you want me to look for it?

[gobo_projection]

Mngg.... [Reira, for her part, will just lean over a bit and sniffle. Suffice to say-] ...already took some. ....s....still hurts...

[...The headache is just plain worse for now, and taking more medicine isn't going to aleviate it. Honestly she'll probably still have a headache when she wakes, it's just less horrid than a headache without sleep.] ...I k...know...everyone has reasons to fight...

[Maybe not good ones necessarily but.]

A...and they have to answer a certain way...because....b...

[Because it'll ruin the effect otherwise. Whatever the effect is, she supposes.]

But I...kg...

[She is quiet- reaching out for something to hold in a hug if she can as she sniffles and holds her eyes shut.]

...thank you....for holding back...

[sweartoyou]

[She listens quietly, as if making an unnecessary noise to agree with her or appreciate her for understanding what so many people didn't would tip the girl back into a cacophony. When she's thanked, she nods. It makes her feel guilty. It makes her think about how she could have continued like that to Sonic, instead of seeing him in person. Would that have changed things? Or did she simply secure a chance to see him before he left?

Her squishy self is of course in hugging range, but since she can't to Doo much else for the time being, Ray is sending different sections of her hair to wrap around objects of comfort and bring them back so that she can make a nice little goblin nest.]

It's hard when even my own thoughts become too much.

[Sometimes you panic so hard or get so angry that you just pass the fuck out. Reira had to deal with so much, and didn't shut down in that way for her own security.]

...Do you ever forget which words are yours? I feel like you're pretty unique.

[gobo_projection]

[Reira just nods- the motion small, trembling, and barely a motion at all. The goblin nest is absolutely appreciated- it's something tangible, something she can hold, while also thinking to herself that her friend is still right here.

It helps her to breathe, and focus a little more.]

...mine are....easy, [she eventually whispers, exhaling with a slow, shaky breath.] ...Ryslig was...always 'quieter'...I...

[She wonders- is this a good thing? A bad thing?] ...it doesn't hurt like...Zarc did...

...everyone's feelings... ...they're not words...but there were a lot, before...here...

[sweartoyou]

[Her patience stumbles when Reira says the name, the lesser part of her brain insisting Zack? Zack?? But she knows that isn't at all what Reira said, and she tries to mentally slap focus back into herself. Pay attention! Knowing about friend is good! Distracting friend is good! Calming friend before draining the life out of her is good. Probably. She assumes it would make it easier?]

There have been people in your head before? Someone named Zarc...?

[gobo_projection]

[Reira shakes her head.] No- ...'s not...

...I just felt...evereyones feelings...everyone around...if...if they were sad...it started to hurt....scared...hurt more...

...Angry...

...hateful... ...Zarc's hate was...biggest, [she says softly.]