tucky | ♻ 002

[After a few days, Tiffany checks herself out of the infirmary. They were willing to let her go-- except for her teeth, she's mostly healed up; even her bruises are gone-- and she was starting to feel stir crazy, so out she went.

Except now she doesn't know where to go. She knows there's her cabin, but she doesn't want to spend all her time there-- it looks like a Litchfield prison bunk, so it's not the most comfortable place around. She's new, so she doesn't know the best common areas to hang out in. There are a lot of doors, but most of them are unopenable to her. So she wanders.

Despite her bravado and argumentativeness, the things people have been telling her since she arrived-- that she's dead, that she was chosen to be here, that she's here to make amends-- are getting to her. She doesn't fully believe them, but she can't completely disbelieve them either. If they're right (and what if they are?), everything she thought she knew about God and faith and atonement has been turned on its head. There was that man-- that Catholic-- who'd tried to help her reconcile this with what she believed, but it hadn't worked all that well. She's relatively new to her faith, and without someone spoonfeeding it to her, she's shaky in it. She's used it as both a comfort and a crutch in the past, and now she isn't sure that she has it at all anymore. She doesn't know whether that makes her feel depressed or furious; she doesn't know whether she wants to punch someone or curl up and cry. She isn't ruling out doing both.

Predictably, she finds her way to the chapel. Finding a Bible in the cabinet, she sinks down onto a bench and flips through it aimlessly, barely taking in what she's seeing. She tries the trick of opening to a random passage a couple times, but it only ever seems to be just that-- random. Sadness is the overwhelming emotion here-- sadness, confusion, feeling alone and lost. When a teardrop or two lands on the pages, she doesn't bother to brush them away.

At some point, she also wanders into the dining hall, circling the room and poking around for something to do. It's not time for a meal, but the cafeteria was a popular place to hang out and relax in Litchfield, so she figures it might be the same here. Unfortunately, she's leaning towards anger right now, and she's spoiling for a fight. That's not a good thing, on a prison ship filled with inmates just like her.]

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[ He wouldn't take offense from that. When he came here, he knew - he knew that everyone wanted something. He knew that he could only trust himself. He knew a lot of things that turned out not to be true, but he remembers his hostility and suspicion very well, and he knows that with his history, it was warranted. It's probably the same for this inmate. ]

I remembered that it represented Mary. The mother...? The one in there. [ He nods at the Bible. He's never read it. ]

Yeah? You another Catholic?

[She keeps the flower, though, twirling it with her fingers.]

I'm not from your world.

[ He's certain that she's not from his. ]

But you know about the Bible.

I've been here for two years.

Did you become a Christian?

No.

Maybe that was a good choice.

I don't think there's any god here but the Admiral. And the one in my world is very different.

That guy ain't God.

[She says it automatically, then amends it to:]

If there is a God, it ain't him.

There is in my world.

I mean the Admiral, not--

[Yeah, she's still a little confused by this "other worlds" thing. It's only been mentioned in passing so far.]

I don't know about where you come from.

It's a planet called Scadrial. I was born into the Final Empire, but things have changed since then.

It's not like most people's worlds here. I didn't know that plants could be green.

[She frowns, because woah, that's weird bro.]

And when you came here, was it weird? Or did it feel like normal?

Everything was strange. I'd never seen a shower before. The stars aren't like this. There aren't any mists at night - and I didn't hear God's voice anymore.

God talked to you?

[THIS GUY IS A PROPHET???

... Oh, wait.]

But he weren't my God, right? You said that before.

[ He shakes his head. ]

No, he was something else. I thought I was just crazy. It turned out I wasn't.

How'd you get him to talk to you? It just happened?

It's not what you think.

He was twisted. His only goal was to destroy. He wore at me. He told me to kill.

He wanted you to be his avenging angel?

So did mine.

He just wanted me insane.

Does that mean you think mine did too?

If he exists.

I don't know.

But I don't want to kill anymore.

Maybe he don't want to mess with you. Maybe it's just that you don't want to follow him anymore.

It's a long story, but I can tell you if you want.

He tried to end everything. End the world. But the other god, his equal and opposite, fought against him... In the end, they became one, and a new god took control.

He's kinder. He forgives. He's the one I hear, now, when I go back.

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