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[hissterics]

[ She hasn't set up a voicemail and she never will. ]

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[dumbjockenergy]

You're not. You can't be. That was Kohime, it was different--!

[ she pulls out her phone, hurridly counting under her breath. ]

I have 1900 points left. That can get me five memories. If you're actually dead, then one of them would tell me, wouldn't it? Since they want to be awful to us all the time?

[hissterics]

[ She puts her hand over Adora's phone and shoves it back down. ]

Don't.

[ She doesn't want to know. It's better to just not know. ]

[dumbjockenergy]

But-- Sabre--

[ Adora needs to know, she has to. could she possibly have failed Sabre that badly? ]

I remembered our promise, Sabre. That was the other memory. We look out for each other. I can't just-- If I failed you--!!

[hissterics]

Promise . . . ?

[dumbjockenergy]

[ does Sabre not remember the actual promise yet...?

Adora steps forward to hold Sabre's face in her hands, pressing their forehead together. ]

Remember the promise in the memory I showed you? That wasn't the first time we made it. We did it when we were little kids. We were so young, Sabre.

[ her throat feels tight. the rush of emotions memories evoke are always a little too much to handle. ]

You look out for me, and I look out for you. Nothing bad can happen as long as we have each other.

[hissterics]

[ She saw it in Kohime's heart. But knowing for sure that it was the same--

She doesn't move away, her voice coming out a little shaky. ]

Guess you really meant it.

[dumbjockenergy]

Of course I did. I always did. I'm...sorry, Sabre. For all the fighting. But I always meant my promise.

[hissterics]

Then-- Then just stay here instead of running away, or--

[ She sucks in a harsh breath, tail jerking ]

I--

[ Need someone right now, she'll never say.

But she's lost a lot in the last 48 hours. ]

[dumbjockenergy]

I'm here, Sabre. Whenever you need me, for as long as you need me. No matter what. Okay? I'm right here.

[hissterics]

[ She shifts to return the hug now, forcefully, claws raking Adora's back just a bit.

This probably means launching her weight forward, so sorry if they tumble to the ground, her bad. ]

[dumbjockenergy]

[ she doesn't mind at all, letting her body cushion any impact for Sabre and holding her crushingly tight. ]

You're my best friend, okay? No amount of stupid fights will change that. And whatever happens, we're gonna figure it out together.

[hissterics]

[ Sabre's response comes muffled against her chest, ears still pinned to her head. ]

If they take you, I'll rip this place apart to bring you back.

[dumbjockenergy]

Yeah?

[ and giving in to an urge she's had since she arrived, Adora runs her hands over Sabre's ears and through her hair. ]

Well, they better be ready for a fight, because I'll be busy tearing it apart to stay with you.

[hissterics]

[ It looks like this is the part of Sabre's wild ride where she just breaks down crying against Adora's chest. ]

[dumbjockenergy]

[ Adora just keeps stroking her hair, letting her cry it out. ]

Is there something else going on? Talk to me.

[hissterics]

[ She cries near-silently for a while, just the occasional hitching of her breath as she tries (and fails) to stifle it.

Eventually she gets words out, but they sound broken, like they've caught on a barb in her throat. ]

Noisy's gone. Req's gone.

[ does Adora even know who those people are, who knows ]

[dumbjockenergy]

[ Req she knows, but not Noisy.

still, it's not hard to figure out they meant something to Sabre. ]

Gone like the other Adora?

[hissterics]

No.

Gone as in not coming back.

[dumbjockenergy]

Oh...Oh, Sabre, I'm sorry. Where they in Zrael?

[hissterics]

Both of them.

[dumbjockenergy]

I wish I knew what to say...but whatever you need from me, I'll do. Okay?

[hissterics]

Just-- don't leave.

Stay here with me.

[dumbjockenergy]

Of course I'll stay. I'll always be right here. I promise.

[hissterics]

[ She's quiet for a long time, saying nothing, barely even moving.

Then she buries her face against Adora's shoulder, grip turning possessive and borderline desperate. ]

[dumbjockenergy]

[ Adora holds her close, a hand buried in her hair as she practically pulls Catra into her lap. ]

Do you want to go to my room?