thisavrou | text; (locked from nathan drake)

[ It's been two weeks since she's woken up in the Complex, the effects of her cryostasis wearing off, finally. The effects of her death and resurging, that's another story. Her throat and lungs aren't feeling so raw but the latter still feels rough. At least she no longer feels like she's going to choke with each breath she takes. And the hacking up blood has stopped. On the other hand, the nightmares of the exact moment don't come as often but they're there.

They're always there. ]

I was always under the impression that when you died, you stayed dead. There were no second chances. Maybe I haven't come to terms with it. I've come close to death's door too often but never like that.

Has anyone ever...?

[ If anyone here has died and returned, wouldn't asking bring back unpleasant memories? Elena's aware of that, unfortunately there's only been one other person whom she's been able to talk to who can relate.

This isn't something she can talk to Nate about because of how sensitive a topic it is between them still, and that's why she's locked the post from him. She needs to know if there are others.

Plus there's just one more thing... ]

My wedding ring also seems to be missing... It's plain silver and has an engraving on the inside. It's been missing since I woke up in the Complex.

If it's shown up anywhere then please, I'd appreciate a heads up.

( ooc; the ring is gone forever, and although the post is locked from older!nate, it's still free game for anyone who knows him to bring up the post/topic/any conversation to him. c: )

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I wouldn't laugh after actually...dying. I meant more with the near-death experiences. How's that, though? Mental hiccup or physically?

It's easier now to laugh about that incident, or give a one chuckle over, yeah. Still don't care much to touch grenades though. And physically. I can understand why; I'd died on a planet and he hadn't been there to prevent it, especially after I'd promised not to...you know. Leave him.

He suffered in those two weeks I was gone.

The only reason you touch grenades is to throw them the hell away from you.

...ah. Yeah, I can see how that would be tough for someone. It's rough. ...how'd he take to seeing you again?

I didn't stand a chance. He was holding it, pin unlocked.

[ If she closes her eyes, she can always see the way he'd stood in the doorway staring at her. The hoarse question of is it really you? cracking under the crushing grief and disbelief. The fear that seeing her alive weeks later was nothing but a figment of his imagination, hopes to be dashed. ]

I've known him for a long time, I've never seen him so broken. He crumpled the second I reached for his hand.

...oh.

[What else can you say to that?]

Considering that he probably thought he'd never see you again...

That's the way death works, in places where it's supposed to be the final curtain. The dead aren't the only victims.

He was bleeding out from a chest wound. I brought it upon myself to try and get closer to try and convince him to throw the grenade away so we could help him. Thinking I could help him, I was careless. Naive.

[ A shrug offscreen as she remwmbers Flynn. And remembering him now just reminds her that he's not here anymore, that, back home, he's still dead. ]

Grief is a terrible thing. It changes you. I guess you don't realize how much something or someone means to you until they're actually gone.

Not naive. Human. It's just what people do, because not doing anything usually isn't an acceptable option.

[Cayde doesn't know the circumstances, but he knows that if you're desperate you'll do anything you think you're able to. And sometimes things you might not be sure you can pull off.]

That's the way it usually works. We know it, but it seems like it's too easy to forget. Start taking things for granted all over again.

For me, it isn't. But for others, they might not think about it until after it's done. They'd only think of themselves, in that moment.

[ Take Harry Flynn for example. Bastard. ]

I don't think he could do that. Or maybe he did and he doesn't realize it. Or we just don't realize it ourselves.

Well, people aren't exactly the best in decision making at times. But that's true.

Probably better not to think too much on the technicalities. Like you said earlier, you're still learning how to deal with what's happened. I take it so's he. If you've known each other for so long, then things'll work themselves out.

[ This guy is good with the advice and talking things through. She's impressed. They always did say that sometimes it's always easier and better to talk to a stranger rather than someone who knows you. ]

You sure you don't do counseling on the side back home? You're kind of pretty good at this.

[He's glad this is text or he would've choked right now.]

Not....exactly. I do some mentoring. Hell of a boring job.

It can't be that bad. I mean you're kind of mentoring me now through whatever the crap it is I'm going through.

Well, if you were a Guardian it'd usually be something more along the lines of 'shoot fast and shoot first' or 'take me with you'- but hey. Glad I could help some.

I appreciate it nonetheless. I also don't think I got your name...?

Just so you know, I was nodding right now. -oh, right. It's Cayde.

And just so you know, I'm smiling. It's nice to meet you, despite the heavy tone of the post. I'm Elena.

Same here. Good talking with you, Elena.

You as well, Cayde. We'll speak again soon I'm sure.

Sure thing. Any time, eh?

It's a small world here. Any time.

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