32. recrudesce (backdated to late on Wednesday)

[orderfromchaos]

[Public Video, planetside]

[Before the feed opens, something happens, a pressure in the air, like a slowly burgeoning thundercloud finally loosing rain. The weight of weariness and doom falls a little bit lighter; withered plants seem slightly less desolate. The effect is uneven and spread thin, the farther from him it goes, but palpable in some places nevertheless.

Dillon looks wrong, in a lot of small ways. His skin is a little mottled, raw in places and leathery in others, new-made and not always with enough moisture to reabsorb, cheeks a little hollower. He's holding himself differently, a raw, skewed raggedness, shoulders sloping, eyes dark and intense. His voice cracks when he talks, vocal cords as new as the rest of him.]

Someone tell me what the hell is going on.

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[Spam, after the port]

[irishrotter]

[He's as surprised by the abruptness of it as he is by the sudden undercurrent of vitriol. He raises a brow.]

So you came here.

[Spam, after the port]

[orderfromchaos]

[He blows out a breath, hunches his shoulders a tad self-consciously, forces himself to settle.]

Yeah.

My deal was going to be escape. Or help, or understanding, or something. And now I'm...in it, you know?

[Spam, after the port]

[irishrotter]

[He lets out a low, rueful chuckle, shaking his head.]

I know.

[Hadn't that been what had happened to him in Roarton? Hasn't it happened here? Even if he does want to leave... can he, really?]

[Spam, after the port]

[orderfromchaos]

I got a deal, already. And I ended up using it for something else. For the victims of a guy I couldn't stop fast enough, that got hurt worse than dead. I don't regret that. It was. Right.

I've been home, accidentally. I escaped without one. And now....I don't know if I'm staying for another deal, or just to hide. Cambridge thinks I'm not ready to, you know, rewrite the planet through whatever disaster is coming at home. I think he's right, but...I don't know if I'm actually getting better here, or if I'm grown up enough to do this either.

I promised Abigail I'd stay. That makes it simple for now, but. She's close.