[A little bit after they get their rewards, Schwann comes looking for Sharon in the kitchen. He looks... a bit hesitant. He had been planning on making himself scarce for a while. Getting a hold of himself, so to speak. Made all the more easier with the fact that Shiro, a proper adult, would be here tomorrow to keep an eye on the children. He's better suited for it. None of the teenagers seem to like Schwann much.
But, well, he can't think of anyone else he really knows of trusts enough to ask, so. Here he is, appearing in the doorway like a nervous child, though his expression is the usual sad impassivity. He raps a fist on the doorjamb, and when Sharon looks over, he holds up his PHS;]
Sharon, could I ask for a moment of your time, when you have it?
[she's easy to find in the kitchen, where she's idly beating together what looks to be a bowl of cookie dough. her gaze is distant, a bit thoughtful. . . brows pinched together and mouth curved into a deep frown. she hasn't realized anyone else is there yet]
[but she she does, she starts once and lifts her gaze. the pleasant smile she usually wears is back in an instant]
Oh! Master Schwann.
[wiping both of her hands onto her apron, she curtsies, then takes a moment to read the message on his PHS]
How are you feeling? I presume your leg is doing well.
[Hm. Hm!!! Well far be it from him to point out emotions other people are choosing to repress. It's not like he didn't suspect it. Sharon's a maid, her job is to serve others and make them comfortable. They're not so different, he likes to think. People playing a role, because it's their job to do so. Even if he'll never say so to Sharon. He doesn't want to force her into an inconvenient conversation.
He'll step into the kitchen after not having been turned away, not that he thought she would have. He'll nod at her question, because yes, of course it's fine. He almost resents how injuries heal in this place. He's heard people say before that pain is a reminder that you're still alive. Maybe that's why they were so sparingly allowed it here.
And then he holds up the alarm clock, the present he's just acquired. He's hoping Sharon read what both options did, so he won't have to explain.]
[Hahaha he is absolutely going to take advantage of the super healing to be as self sacrificing as possible. Luckily she takes his change of subject so he can conveniently not promise anything in that regard. He shakes his head. He hasn't used it. Then he goes to type on the PHS;]
I'm worried remembering so much all at once will take a lot out of me. [He doesn't want to like pass out from the enormity of it all and like, Kano find him and draw in his face again. After a pause, he adds;]
[that's an understandable worry. she had only one memory (that she can recall), and regained same the very next week with little issue. she can't imagine how enormous of a regain this memory would be for him, though]
Is there even a way to only use a small piece of it at a time?
[she steps forward, hands folded in front of herself, and peers at the clock]
If not, then perhaps you should take it in the midst of polite and trustworthy company.
[He shakes his head, because no, as far as he knows, it's just the one use. But then he does point at Sharon because honestly who is polite and trustworthy here besides her? Maybe Laine, but he still doesn't know Laine very well. He definitely wouldn't call the teens polite and trustworthy.
But he should clarify;] I don't really know what sort of person "Raven" is. Mostly I just want to stop being "Schwann." But I don't know what everyone else would want. Maybe they prefer Schwann to Raven. [And other people's wants come before his, obviously.]
[something about that gives Sharon visible pause, her expression flickering before she smooths it out again into her usual pleasant smile. she gestures to one of the chairs in the kitchen, pulling two out for both her and Raven to sit in]
Is what others prefer truly so important to you. . .?
[He will sit, heavily, as if he's very tired. Which, probably? Schwann always seems very tired, somehow. He'll just stare at the table for a long moment, before deciding what he wants to say. Or type, rather.]
"Schwann Oltorain" was really just a role given to a dead man. How could something like that have any will of its own? Other people's opinions is all I have to go off of. [Surprise, Schwann is also a fake name.]
[she noticed. . . Schwann doesn't carry himself with nearly as much levity as Raven does. she wonders what, exactly, his life has been like in order for him to be this way]
I see. [. . .] . . . in a way, I suppose I empathize, even if I wish you were able to make the decision for yourself.
[Mostly it's the dying in the war. Though actually that lore got dropped during the trial where Sharon hadn't been put in the graveyard yet so actually does she know about it? Does she think him calling himself a dead man is just dramatics.
Anyway, Schwann doesn't write anything more, he just looks up at Sharon with questioning raised eyebrows. Empathize suggests she's been in a similar situation. But he can't ask directly. It's up to her to share.]
[SHE DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT IT, SO YEAH, SHE THINKS HE'S JUST BEING DRAMATIC?? SYMBOLIC?? I'm sorry Schwann]
Heehee. . . well.
[well! this isn't something she feels as though she can share with just. . . anyone, really. Soo-Won was the only person she had ever allowed to be privy to her past and private life. but there's something about the way Schwann talks that makes her want to be a little more honest. . . if only for this conversation]
I suppose it's only fair I tell you now that I've made that statement.
[she supposes that much is obvious, though her expression turns thoughtful as she tilts her head back]
. . . I do not remember having a family before them. My childhood was-- [hm] I had no name of my own, merely a title passed onto me by my mentor. I was simply "Kreuger," or the "Severing Chains," whichever captured another's fancy more.
[is she. going to explain what "Severing Chains" means??? hm???]
The Chairman-- Lady Irina-- is the one who named me "Sharon," the day she found me and offered me a position as a maid in her home.
[Schwann looks contemplative for a long moment, because wow, yeah. He can guess the severing chains thing has to do with those wires they suspected had been used in the murder? Or around it. It's fine.]
And you're happier now as "Sharon," yes? With your new family.
[Turning the clock over in his free hand, closing his eyes for a moment.]
I just wish someone would tell me what I should do. Is that cowardly of me?
[but there's actually a. . . pause, before Sharon doesn't answer that question and just gives Schwann a secretive little smile]
I would not say it's "cowardly." I believe that we all need someone in life to guide us in some form or manner. We aren't meant to be lonely creatures, after all.
[haha. . . ha. but, even so. . . her eyes slip shut, almost thoughtful, as she folds her hands into her lap]
But in the end, the only one who can decide what is best for ourselves is ourselves. No matter what.
[Hm. Alright, message received. She understands where he's coming from, but she also won't make the decision for him. That's fair, he supposes. But she's also not telling him not to, so.]
Can I ask you to keep an eye on me for a bit, then? [In case using this item knocks him the fuck out.]
[Nice!!! Well with that, he puts his PHS down so he can use both hands to activate the clock.
He doesn't pass out per se, but he does seem to get dizzy for a couple seconds with the influx of memory, so it's probably good he's sitting down. He takes a couple more seconds to get his bearings, rub at his face. He obviously doesn't like... physically change, though the expression on his face is a little less overwhelmingly melancholy, his posture more slouchy. Even with his hair still down, he seems to be more "Raven" than he was before. He'll flash Sharon a smile before picking up his PHS again.]
Thanks, Sharon. Good riddance to that guy, if you ask me.
[he may not pass out, but the moment he begins to sway, Sharon reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder to keep him upright. just in case! and while his physical appearance doesn't change, his posture and demeanor shift enough that it is very, very notable]
[when he is stable again, she withdraws, and presses a hand against her mouth to hide her smile]
Oh no, I wouldn't say "good riddance." I enjoyed Master Schwann's company just as much as I enjoy Master Raven's.
[And so Raven is lead down to the kitchen, and it's probably good Sharon linked arms with him, because he's very unsteady on his feet.
Then again, he's also leaning on Sharon to compensate, so maybe this is all just an elaborate ruse to be close to her? Who knows with this man, really.]
Really, Sharon, ya don't have ta be so concerned about me, I never had anyone minding me back home and I managed just fine, didn't I? [Did he.]
[he may get the feeling that Sharon is rather used to dealing with drunk people! oh dear. if him leaning against her side is some sort of elaborate ruse, she isn't saying anything]
Did you, Master Raven?
[HEY!!! though she quickly adds--]
Not that I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself, but sometimes it's good to have someone doting on you every once in a while. ♥ Take a seat, please.
Oh, sure, sure. A good half of th' barmaids in Dahngrest're fans of old Raven. I was plenty taken care of. [Truly we are all shocked to learn that Raven is a frequent enough customer of the bar scene for this to be the case. In any case, he does sit.]
Hm, but yer just doing this because it's yer job. [Just a neutral observation as he slouches forward to press the side of his face against the cool wood of the tabletop.]
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But, well, he can't think of anyone else he really knows of trusts enough to ask, so. Here he is, appearing in the doorway like a nervous child, though his expression is the usual sad impassivity. He raps a fist on the doorjamb, and when Sharon looks over, he holds up his PHS;]
Sharon, could I ask for a moment of your time, when you have it?
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[but she she does, she starts once and lifts her gaze. the pleasant smile she usually wears is back in an instant]
Oh! Master Schwann.
[wiping both of her hands onto her apron, she curtsies, then takes a moment to read the message on his PHS]
How are you feeling? I presume your leg is doing well.
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He'll step into the kitchen after not having been turned away, not that he thought she would have. He'll nod at her question, because yes, of course it's fine. He almost resents how injuries heal in this place. He's heard people say before that pain is a reminder that you're still alive. Maybe that's why they were so sparingly allowed it here.
And then he holds up the alarm clock, the present he's just acquired. He's hoping Sharon read what both options did, so he won't have to explain.]
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[at his nod, she lifts a hand and places it against her chest, relieved. she knew it had healed quickly, but hey. it never hurts to ask]
I'm very glad to hear that. However, I hope you don't take advantage of the quick healing to pull such a dangerous stunt in the future.
[not for her sake!! she can handle herself!! but that line of conversation is quickly cut off when he holds up the alarm clock]
Oh! Our reward from babysitting. [heehee] Have you used it yet?
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I'm worried remembering so much all at once will take a lot out of me.
[He doesn't want to like pass out from the enormity of it all and like, Kano find him and draw in his face again. After a pause, he adds;]
I'm not even sure I should use it at all.
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[that's an understandable worry. she had only one memory (that she can recall), and regained same the very next week with little issue. she can't imagine how enormous of a regain this memory would be for him, though]
Is there even a way to only use a small piece of it at a time?
[she steps forward, hands folded in front of herself, and peers at the clock]
If not, then perhaps you should take it in the midst of polite and trustworthy company.
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But he should clarify;]
I don't really know what sort of person "Raven" is. Mostly I just want to stop being "Schwann." But I don't know what everyone else would want. Maybe they prefer Schwann to Raven.
[And other people's wants come before his, obviously.]
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[something about that gives Sharon visible pause, her expression flickering before she smooths it out again into her usual pleasant smile. she gestures to one of the chairs in the kitchen, pulling two out for both her and Raven to sit in]
Is what others prefer truly so important to you. . .?
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"Schwann Oltorain" was really just a role given to a dead man. How could something like that have any will of its own? Other people's opinions is all I have to go off of.
[Surprise, Schwann is also a fake name.]
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I see. [. . .] . . . in a way, I suppose I empathize, even if I wish you were able to make the decision for yourself.
[oh. . .?]
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Anyway, Schwann doesn't write anything more, he just looks up at Sharon with questioning raised eyebrows. Empathize suggests she's been in a similar situation. But he can't ask directly. It's up to her to share.]
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Heehee. . . well.
[well! this isn't something she feels as though she can share with just. . . anyone, really. Soo-Won was the only person she had ever allowed to be privy to her past and private life. but there's something about the way Schwann talks that makes her want to be a little more honest. . . if only for this conversation]
I suppose it's only fair I tell you now that I've made that statement.
But I did not always go by the name "Sharon."
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But. Hm. Well, he's surprised, sure, But at the same time, it sort of makes sense? Sharon is obviously not just an ordinary maid.]
From your family?
[The one she technically works for, you know.]
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Yes, that's correct.
[she supposes that much is obvious, though her expression turns thoughtful as she tilts her head back]
. . . I do not remember having a family before them. My childhood was-- [hm] I had no name of my own, merely a title passed onto me by my mentor. I was simply "Kreuger," or the "Severing Chains," whichever captured another's fancy more.
[is she. going to explain what "Severing Chains" means??? hm???]
The Chairman-- Lady Irina-- is the one who named me "Sharon," the day she found me and offered me a position as a maid in her home.
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And you're happier now as "Sharon," yes? With your new family.
[Turning the clock over in his free hand, closing his eyes for a moment.]
I just wish someone would tell me what I should do. Is that cowardly of me?
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[but there's actually a. . . pause, before Sharon doesn't answer that question and just gives Schwann a secretive little smile]
I would not say it's "cowardly." I believe that we all need someone in life to guide us in some form or manner. We aren't meant to be lonely creatures, after all.
[haha. . . ha. but, even so. . . her eyes slip shut, almost thoughtful, as she folds her hands into her lap]
But in the end, the only one who can decide what is best for ourselves is ourselves. No matter what.
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Can I ask you to keep an eye on me for a bit, then?
[In case using this item knocks him the fuck out.]
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Of course. If anything happens to you, I will be here to catch you.
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He doesn't pass out per se, but he does seem to get dizzy for a couple seconds with the influx of memory, so it's probably good he's sitting down. He takes a couple more seconds to get his bearings, rub at his face. He obviously doesn't like... physically change, though the expression on his face is a little less overwhelmingly melancholy, his posture more slouchy. Even with his hair still down, he seems to be more "Raven" than he was before. He'll flash Sharon a smile before picking up his PHS again.]
Thanks, Sharon. Good riddance to that guy, if you ask me.
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[when he is stable again, she withdraws, and presses a hand against her mouth to hide her smile]
Oh no, I wouldn't say "good riddance." I enjoyed Master Schwann's company just as much as I enjoy Master Raven's.
[BUT?? EVEN SO??]
Welcome back, Master Raven.
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Then again, he's also leaning on Sharon to compensate, so maybe this is all just an elaborate ruse to be close to her? Who knows with this man, really.]
Really, Sharon, ya don't have ta be so concerned about me, I never had anyone minding me back home and I managed just fine, didn't I?
[Did he.]
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Did you, Master Raven?
[HEY!!! though she quickly adds--]
Not that I don't doubt that you can take care of yourself, but sometimes it's good to have someone doting on you every once in a while. ♥ Take a seat, please.
[and she guides him to the nearest chair]
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[Truly we are all shocked to learn that Raven is a frequent enough customer of the bar scene for this to be the case. In any case, he does sit.]
Hm, but yer just doing this because it's yer job.
[Just a neutral observation as he slouches forward to press the side of his face against the cool wood of the tabletop.]
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[a deep sigh! but she doesn't seem that offended as she moves to the sink to get him a glass of water]
That I'm the type of maid who only helps others because it is her job?