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[chlorophylliac]

[Private to Vesper; text]

I need to apologize for what I did to you in March.

I'm not asking for your forgiveness, and I don't expect it; I just want you to know that I'm sorry for what I did. I know it's long overdue. After what I was put through in Zero I was far too hasty in putting that week behind me.

[Friends Filter; voice]

[Ivy's definition of 'friend' for this purpose is '2+ civil conversations while not under mind control'.]

I doubt I'm the only person who needed a while to recover from the port; still, I'm sorry if I worried anyone. If it hasn't already been made obvious, I'd like to hear that you made it back safely.

[Open Spam - Greenhouse & Garden]

[Of course she ends up back out here eventually. The rain's tailed off; seasonality is muted here but nonetheless the light falling onto the deck is a little brighter, a little warmer, and it's brought a fresh flush of growth to the greenhouse and rows of planters just outside. Ivy's mostly busy with making sure that the (her) plants have the space and support they need: repotting seedlings, staking out climbers, and moving the more delicate plants outside now it's warm enough to sustain them.

She seems - calm, all things considered, moving fluidly and talking to the plants in indistinguishable murmurs.]

Comments

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

So it's just as I've said. He'll need you for as long as you're useful to him.

[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[She turns away, then, goes to stand in front of the fire with her hands clasped tightly in front of her.]

But you're my friend. You're only concerned for my well being. [And she's reminded abruptly of Agravaine and Helios, of Agravaine's jealousy and Helios' confidence.]

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

[It goes through her like a jolt of electrical current -

I'm your friend, Harley!

Are you? What do you get out of our friendship? Tell me, Ivy. What do you get? Someone to rely on you? Someone who depends on you? Do you like that?

- and her hands tighten imperceptibly around her arms.

Or is it something deeper?]

Do yourself a favor, Morgana. Tell him you had a fight with your Warden and lost your magic. Never to be returned until the day you graduate. See how much kinder than he seems he is toward you then.

[Spam]

[youwillgotohell]

[It's unfair. She laughs without turning around, eyes wide and focused on the fire. She told Jean that love was a waste, that it didn't always make you stronger and that there were more important things. Ironic that when she begins to think that maybe Jean was right, Morgana sees she'd known the truth of it all along.

Love is a waste. It earns you enemies and weaknesses, and not nearly enough strength. Wrapping her arms around herself, she turns to look at Ivy. Her eyes are still wide, still angry and maybe hurt, but she's hiding it as best she can.]

I'll keep what you've said in mind. [And apply it to everyone.]

[Spam]

[chlorophylliac]

No, you won't.

[There's anger in her voice, and no small measure of disgust, but - something else, as well. Not pity, more like...despair.

And then she's gone.]