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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, LUP. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 025.90.004.712 *** HotterTwin has joined 018.07.154.55 <HotterTwin> hey fam <HotterTwin> its chagirl lup <HotterTwin> leave me the deets or whatever

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[restinglichface]

Wanna talk about it?

[Lup only knows vague bits and pieces, especially where it relates to Ford. But maybe airing out his feelings about their history, their fall out, their eventual reconciliation, maybe that will help ease Fiddleford's hurt. Just a bit.]

Guy was weird as fuck, but I dunno about most of the shit you guys went through. All the stories he told made it seem like you'd been besties forever.

[terribibble]

Aw, well. You can be someone's best friend and still not see eye to eye, sometimes.

[A lot of the time, after a while.]

Do you remember -- a while back I told you about why my brain's how it is, and how I had that friend I was workin' with and all. Ford was, uh. He was that friend.

[She might have put things together herself. It wouldn't have been hard to. But he figures that, with all the rest of the knowledge she has, might kind of shed some immediate light on what he means.]

After I fell into Hell and saw that demon I showed you I pruned back a lot of things. A lot of what we'd been workin' on together. I used to leave myself reminders when I'd take anythin' real big, failsafes so I wouldn't just bring it all back again, and I made sure I knew I couldn't trust him. It was easier to convince myself he'd never really been my friend than it was to accept my friend had done somethin' like what he'd done, you understand?

[Not that that makes it any better. Nobody walked out of that situation clean, he knows. But it had been the only way he knew to protect himself when he was already barely hanging by a thread.]

[restinglichface]

I mean, fair.

[Lup knows that well enough. Even her and Taako, who have been attached at each other's sides since birth, don't always agree when it comes to the big things. It doesn't matter how similar they are, they're still different people when it comes down to it.

The woman settles near her friend, shaking off the last bit of chill in her bones while she wraps around him, keeping him close, head tipping against Fiddleford's affectionately while he speaks. He asks if she remembers and Lup nods against him, because of course she does. Then she just holds him and listens.]

I get that. [It's soft and thoughtful, a different tone to her voice than most folks ever hear, but Fiddleford is one of the special ones.] I do.

[She may have not lived through her future yet, but Lup knows all about it. Lucretia's betrayal, wiping the memory of Lup from the entire world. It still stings.]

And so when you both ended up in here, it was a real shitshow in the beginning, yeah? But you managed to work through it.