Agatha dreams of waking next to a tearstained Carrie, holding her tightly, calling her an idiot and never, ever letting her go.
Agatha wakes next to a note on Carrie's pillow, her mouth tasting of vodka and an amateurishly-finished plush toy in her arms.
Sighing, she pulls the letter over and opens it. Maybe Carrie's still in the bathroom being a melodramatic idiot...
Quote:
"Dear Agatha,
Enclosed is an official document stating that in the case of my death, all my possession and titles will pass to you.
I hope they, and being associated with one who died fighting the forces of the Black Fox, will help you find a girlfriend for real this time, not just a girl who leaves you shivering and unheld in a pile of stolen trinkets.
This is the only way I can see to atone.
I'm so sorry."
Agatha bolts out of bed, scrambling to dress as she realizes what's going on in the mind of the idiot she can't manage to stop loving.
---
Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change
My mind
Goodbye.
Carrie turns slowly, knowing Kyne will be behind her. She gives a weak smile, sighing.
"It's a nice morning."
The redhead stares flatly back.
"What are you up to now? Another proposal? Or are you going to beg for forgiveness?"
"No," the suited girl shakes her head,
"though I am going to apologize for... that. But also I want to thank you---"
"Oh, don't you start, you---"
"---for helping me realize how badly I was letting someone down and the only way I could do right by her. Which... right now, is to fight you and die."
Kyne blinks, idly twirling a knife.
"Oh, and exactly why should I even give you that much?"
Carrie steps forward, shrugging.
"Not for me, but... if you could do it for someone I've been hurting for far too long, maybe?" She forms the orange blades from the Blightwalker energy of her hands, smiling weakly again.
"Or whatever reason works for you."
"... If you try to throw this fight, if you just let me kill you, I'm going to leave you here. Keep me engaged with a decent effort and maybe I'll be too focused to care about all the reasons I should just let you rot."
Carrie smiles a little more, nodding.
"That's all I needed to hear. Thank you, Huntress."
---
Agatha has never really been cut out for battle. Oh, she's fit and she can take care of herself, but her talents have mostly been sartorial. Nevertheless, she did learn a thing or two about other uses for needles...
A big Vulpanian lunges for the running girl, black bun coming undone to let her hair stream behind her. She ducks under his axe, plunging a needle into a spot between shoulder and neck, and his arm goes numb and limp. She doesn't pay him any more attention, just running. A boy who can't be any more than 17 shakily starts to get in her way, hands gripping his spearhaft with white knuckles. "H... Halt, Selenite scum! I---"
She keeps running past him. He starts to run after her, baffled. "I said stop!"
She skids to a halt, grabbing his sleeve to stop him with her.
"Selenite girl in a suit, long black hair, not carrying any weapons. Have you seen her?" She snaps at him, making the teen recoil.
"W-why should I t---"
"GIRL. SUIT. WHERE?"
Cringing, the boy numbly points; the woman lets go of his sleeve, pushes him away, and runs in the direction he pointed. "Sh-she's fightin' the Huntress, I heard! You're gonna get yourself killed!"
Aggie doesn't care. If the boy had told her the Black Fox himself had been in that direction, she wouldn't have cared. The whole Vulpanian army couldn't stop her from reaching Carrie, her melodramatic idiot of a lover.
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did you think you could sell
The spoils of your war
Buy comfort for me?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a grave?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
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Agatha finds them behind a low rise in the landscape. Flecks of blood dot the grass all around, shreds of pinstripe grey like fallen petals on the green.
The Huntress lays on her back, chest heaving, eyes closed, still gripping a knife. A few yards away... Carrie. She's cut up worse than her foe, blood all over her, but she's breathing as she lays on her side.
Aggie falls to her knees, panting and drenched in sweat, touching Carrie's hair with a shaky hand.
"You... you idiot. Even when you realize how bad you messed up, you still wouldn't know love if it stabbed you in the stomach..."
Slowly, painfully, muscles burning, she hauls Carrie onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry. Reaching into Carrie's shirt, she yanks off the chain bearing two little pendants---one Selenite, one Ponerian. Then she doffs her own, throwing them at the Huntress. They land on her bare arm, and the redheaded girl jerks. She levers herself up on on elbow, looking at them.
Agatha doesn't look at her, just trudging away.
"Good job, Huntress. You killed two Selenites here today, even if one of them was just a seamstress... and the other was just stupid."
Goodbye cruel war
We're leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you schemers
There's nothing you can say
To make me change
My mind
Goodbye.