Yes. That would make me very happy. I don't... It'd be terrible if complications happened later, so if there could be some possible prognosis... I'd like to be as prepared as possible.
[ It's a conscious thought that keeps Clover from wringing her hands. A flower instead of an eye.... Flowers have to take nourishment somehow. What is it taking from Rose? ]
Sisters worry about each other. We're sisters. We're all sisters.
[ Please. She just wants them to be sisters. She knows they haven't gotten along for years, but she wishes... She still wishes they could be like how they were in the past. ]
That's a strange way of being one, turning you away all the time.
[She can't stop it this time, even knowing how scared and wounded Rose had seemed when she called her over to the apartment, how hesitant Rose has always been to accept help from others who've only let her down.
Jasmine's thought about the same implications: the flower, its blooming, how it manages to stay preserved like that. And, already, she's wondering what it means about the world Rose - or she and Rose - or all three of them - draw their memories from.]
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. People will keep leaving you alone if you keep shutting them out.
[It feels like a slap in the face. Suddenly she wishes she never called Jasmine about it at all.
She doesn't want to shout. She doesn't want to upset Clover. But she is so, so tired of putting up with this. Always having to be the bad guy. Maybe Jasmine's right, maybe this is even deserved, but if there's a time and place for it, it's not right now, not here, not when they're dressed for caroling and she has a flower growing out of her eye.
She's sick of it. So much for not fighting in front of Clover.]
Because berating me all the fucking time's a better way to be one, right? Is that all you're here to do? I'm pretty sure we already established that I'm the worst sister ages ago, but if that's what caroling is these days, fine, keep going, carol to your heart's fucking content!
[ Clover's fingernails dig into her palms. She can't control her sisters. She doesn't want to, but she wants them to be a family, not constantly attack each other all the time. Was she that foolish to think they could have a day of peace during the holiday season? Was she too naive? No, no, that can't be. That shouldn't be right.
They can make it right because they're a family. When no one else wanted them, they banded together. When no one else would love them, they found each other. Their bond couldn't break. It can't. It can't. ]
Why can't you just try to understand each other? Rose, you're not the worst sister, and Jasmine didn't come here to berate you! Jasmine, she doesn't push us away all the time. Don't you know if you persist like this, all you'll do is continue to make it worse?
[Which does she hate more: their younger sisters having to see them fighting or their younger sisters being taken advantage of, by Rose's mistakes or by being used as pieces in their arguments? It's hard to say.
Years of managing her temper have made it easier to dampen it with an icy, withdraw personality, but nothing strikes that flame up again harder than these arguments. If Clover doesn't want to fight, then she can just stay the hell out of it, can't she?
She's clearly, visibly close to bursting, her face pinker than normal and her whole body coiled into itself. She used to cry when she got this angry; thank god she isn't that person anymore.]
I don't know if we're ever going to understand each other. But Clover's right: I didn't come here to berate you. I just didn't want to tell her what happened to you because I didn't think it was my business to do that.
[It would be so easy to make Jasmine snap. The wrong word, the wrong tone, and maybe she wouldn't cry like she used to, but she'd definitely shout. No matter how Jasmine might try to keep herself together with a cool demeanor, when it comes down to it, Rose knows she's no better than her when it comes to her temper.
Instead, she breathes slowly through her nose, counts to ten in her head. She's not a kid anymore. She wouldn't piss someone off just to have the satisfaction of knowing she can, least of all her sister. And she's too old to still be upsetting Clover like this, isn't she?]
Fine. [It's bitten out without her meaning to. She closes her eye and takes another deep breath.] I won't fight anymore.
[ It's pure relief that washes over Clover when Rose backs down. It's not like she doesn't know they fight or that she hasn't witnessed anything similar before, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt every single time. ]
Thank you.
[ She means that from the bottom of her heart. ]
... We came here to do one thing, but I don't think we can do that anymore.
No, probably not. [She knew this would happen. She knew it, she knew it, she always knows it.
There'd be absolutely no joy in her gloating over it, though, and even though Jasmine could have prevented this by telling her sister everything, it really wasn't her place to say anything about Rose's eye.]
This has already been a difficult holiday. For everyone.
[It feels like being defeated; on the other hand, she can't wait to get away after that argument. It feels like the coward's way out, but Clover's already had enough disappointment in her lifetime. She holds the door open for her littler sister on the way out.]
... Rose. We're baking together later. If you want to come over, let me know.
[She's almost certain she'll say no, but maybe by the time the whole family's supposed to get together for the holiday, things will be different.]
[And she's almost positive she won't, but she won't shut it down at least. Mostly for Clover's sake, and who knows? Things could change by then, even if they never do.]
Good night, and take care. [With that, she closes the door with a gentle click.]
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[ It's a conscious thought that keeps Clover from wringing her hands. A flower instead of an eye.... Flowers have to take nourishment somehow. What is it taking from Rose? ]
Sisters worry about each other. We're sisters. We're all sisters.
[ Please. She just wants them to be sisters. She knows they haven't gotten along for years, but she wishes... She still wishes they could be like how they were in the past. ]
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[She can't stop it this time, even knowing how scared and wounded Rose had seemed when she called her over to the apartment, how hesitant Rose has always been to accept help from others who've only let her down.
Jasmine's thought about the same implications: the flower, its blooming, how it manages to stay preserved like that. And, already, she's wondering what it means about the world Rose - or she and Rose - or all three of them - draw their memories from.]
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. People will keep leaving you alone if you keep shutting them out.
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She doesn't want to shout. She doesn't want to upset Clover. But she is so, so tired of putting up with this. Always having to be the bad guy. Maybe Jasmine's right, maybe this is even deserved, but if there's a time and place for it, it's not right now, not here, not when they're dressed for caroling and she has a flower growing out of her eye.
She's sick of it. So much for not fighting in front of Clover.]
Because berating me all the fucking time's a better way to be one, right? Is that all you're here to do? I'm pretty sure we already established that I'm the worst sister ages ago, but if that's what caroling is these days, fine, keep going, carol to your heart's fucking content!
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[ Clover's fingernails dig into her palms. She can't control her sisters. She doesn't want to, but she wants them to be a family, not constantly attack each other all the time. Was she that foolish to think they could have a day of peace during the holiday season? Was she too naive? No, no, that can't be. That shouldn't be right.
They can make it right because they're a family. When no one else wanted them, they banded together. When no one else would love them, they found each other. Their bond couldn't break. It can't. It can't. ]
Why can't you just try to understand each other? Rose, you're not the worst sister, and Jasmine didn't come here to berate you! Jasmine, she doesn't push us away all the time. Don't you know if you persist like this, all you'll do is continue to make it worse?
Stop it!
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[Which does she hate more: their younger sisters having to see them fighting or their younger sisters being taken advantage of, by Rose's mistakes or by being used as pieces in their arguments? It's hard to say.
Years of managing her temper have made it easier to dampen it with an icy, withdraw personality, but nothing strikes that flame up again harder than these arguments. If Clover doesn't want to fight, then she can just stay the hell out of it, can't she?
She's clearly, visibly close to bursting, her face pinker than normal and her whole body coiled into itself. She used to cry when she got this angry; thank god she isn't that person anymore.]
I don't know if we're ever going to understand each other. But Clover's right: I didn't come here to berate you. I just didn't want to tell her what happened to you because I didn't think it was my business to do that.
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Instead, she breathes slowly through her nose, counts to ten in her head. She's not a kid anymore. She wouldn't piss someone off just to have the satisfaction of knowing she can, least of all her sister. And she's too old to still be upsetting Clover like this, isn't she?]
Fine. [It's bitten out without her meaning to. She closes her eye and takes another deep breath.] I won't fight anymore.
[Not today at least.]
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Thank you.
[ She means that from the bottom of her heart. ]
... We came here to do one thing, but I don't think we can do that anymore.
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There'd be absolutely no joy in her gloating over it, though, and even though Jasmine could have prevented this by telling her sister everything, it really wasn't her place to say anything about Rose's eye.]
This has already been a difficult holiday. For everyone.
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[She sighs, running her hand through her hair. It's not like she didn't see this coming, but. But still.]
You two should probably just go home.
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She closes her eyes and turns her back on them, trying to shut away how hurt she feel. She's failing. ]
All right. Please take care of yourself, Rose.
[ That's the tone of someone who's given up for the day. ]
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... Rose. We're baking together later. If you want to come over, let me know.
[She's almost certain she'll say no, but maybe by the time the whole family's supposed to get together for the holiday, things will be different.]
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[And she's almost positive she won't, but she won't shut it down at least. Mostly for Clover's sake, and who knows? Things could change by then, even if they never do.]
Good night, and take care. [With that, she closes the door with a gentle click.]