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[waytodie]

[Her hair is in two messy twin braids. Her eyes are glassy. The sharp-eyed might notice she's probably, definitely drunk. The less-so might just assume she's overly tired. Her tongue presses into her cheek as she considers how to start this one, but in the end she just rips the bandaid off quickly: ]

So, tell me, how is it that you handle grief?

[She probably won't be elaborating on why she's asking, unless she has a certain level of familiarity with you, but you can try. People closest to her probably already know what this is really about: Her sister is gone. From Moorecroft. From Etraya. From the top side of the dirt. Gone and back to dead, and Yelena is spiraling.]

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[waytodie]

That is quite a switch-up in approach, I feel there must be a story there. I am still learning friends, I think. I don't hate it, but... it's still hard, I guess. To be that open to people.

[This post is an anomaly, and was largely Yelena grasping at straws to not continue spiraling in ways similar to what Kate Bishop had witnessed that first day.]

Maybe you are right. But the lies I've told myself have been the only thing that allowed me to survive for so long. Old habits, they say, die hard, yes?

That is sad for you. You should ask Aurora for magic booze sometime. I do not know if she could make it the same, but she does pretty good job of replications.

[abit_ofboth]

Oh yes, it is not easy to find friends such as that. I really have only had one true friend in my whole life. And it took quite a lot before we could really talk about such things.

[He’s met some people here he might call friend, but he’s hesitant to say so knowing he’ll have to leave them again anyway.]

True enough. Changing a core facet of one’s self is never an easy task. I know this from personal experience and understand how difficult it can be and that it can only be accomplished under specific circumstances.

I suppose so. I admit I have not had the opportunity to partake in quite some time. Perhaps I shall ask her. In the meantime, if you would like more sober company for your drinking escapades, I am available.

[waytodie]

Perhaps one is all you need, if they are a really good one?

I think some of the problem is I do not know who else I would be if not me. The things I lived through, they make me the way that I am, are the reason I think and react to things the way that I do... if I change too much, am I even still me anyway?

I think I'm okay for now... but I will keep you in mind for the next crisis, yeah?

[abit_ofboth]

I suppose that is true. It really only took one person to turn everything around for me at least.

In my experience, yes you remain yourself. Though I understand why you might feel that way. I have simply found personally that changing my reactions to things didn’t change the core of my being. Though I can only speak for myself.

Any time. Even if there is no crisis, if you should ever want some company, feel free to contact me.

[waytodie]

That's kind of lovely, in a way. That you met someone who meant so much to you.

I suppose it may be different in practice, than how it sounds. And change is...unnerving, even if it's for the better.

I'll keep that in mind, too. I appreciate it.

[Trying to do this friendship thing is real weird, isn't it?]

[abit_ofboth]

He was special, to say the least. Not many have been able to break through my masks. It was almost impressive to see.

Change is hard, but is often worth it. Or at least that is what I have found.

You are most welcome.

[And how!]