Day 30: Cafeteria, Dinner

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The cafeteria was all but empty when Zelnick got there. He was a little disappointed; he had gotten the impression that patients usually ate dinner in their rooms, so he hadn't arranged to meet anyone, and there really wasn't anyone to sit by and engage in conversation yet.

Quietly, he collected dinner and a big glass of orange juice, and chose a seat near the food-serving counters. Talking for so long had made him thirsty... and, well, fruit juice was a luxury he had missed.

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"Ah, but I'm not Nathan, am I?" Lucivar retorted, giving her hair a bit of a tug once more. "Unfortunately, your hair is very tangled and sometimes tugs happen."

He watched as she looked a bit melancholoy and her hands pressed to her belly. "Are you not feeling well?" he asked, brushing her hair a bit more gently now.

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Her head bobbed with the tug, but instead of following through with the motion, Diva pulled forward, vaguely annoyed. Whatever got ripped out was good riddance. Nathan would have been horrified... And he was old and strong, and should have been around.

Diva couldn't help but hate those Chevaliers, but want them near all the same.

False fondness caused the brush strokes to soften, and Diva stared blankly at the opposite wall, secure in her girlish appearance. One that made people like her, until she stopped acting the part of a doll. No one ever asked after her true feelings when she was a Queen, and that suited her just as well. She wouldn't know how to answer anyway.

She closed her eyes, answering the inquiry in her own way. "I want to sing." With one hand, she touched her throat lightly, a thought coming to her in slow intervals. "I wonder if my daughters can sing too. Ne, what do you think?"

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Sing? Her thoughts seemed to drift into the Twisted Kingdom indicating that she was a broken witch. Perhaps her 'children' were in her mind. it wouldn't be the first time he'd seen a broken witch act in such a way. "I think that if you wish to sing then you should," Lucivar replied gently. "And your children can sing just as well as you if not better."

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Silly answer. Still sedated and content with her earlier meal, Diva gave a humorless giggle, shivering lightly under her damp collar. "I wonder..." she hummed. "But it's not a good place to sing, anyway." The cafeteria, the girl meant, not being an aesthetically pleasing place to her, full of creatures that wouldn't respond as well as Chiroptera under the influence of her voice.

She wanted to do the kind of singing she did in their quiet garden, with blue roses. Blue roses all around.

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"They'd probably sedate you for singing," Lucivar said gruffly, glaring at the two men on either side. "I'm sure there is a better place. In your room, perhaps. You can sing all you want there. No one would stop you."

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"No, not there either," she sighed. "I won't sing in any more cages, that's why."

All she'd ever been able to do at the Zoo was sing. For years and years and years, and finally after five decades she'd been set free. She could sing anywhere she wanted now, a symbol of her freedom. She'd sung when she'd gone back to prove that, but now...

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"I suppose singing in a cage is rather depressing," Lucivar mused, finishing the last tangle in her hair. He couldn't follow the thought processes of a broken witch like Daemon could but he was always kind to them, at least.

"There. Your hair is untangled, at least."

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"Mmm, that's right. But it wasn't really a cage, just a really high tower that I couldn't escape from. The Zoo was so very awful for keeping me there." It was always hard to tell whether or not Diva wasn't purposefully fishing for sympathy with ploys, or just speaking without worry, in that childlike way of hers.

At the signal, she flicked some of her heavy curtain of hair over her shoulder, running her fingers through it.

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"There are a lot of different cages, lady. They don't all have to have bars. Some can be a high tower, others, a mine full of salt. Either way, the people that keep you there are disgusting creatures," Lucivar said, growling beneath his breath. The more he learned about this place the worse he liked it. He longed for the day when his jewels and wings were returned and he could teach every single guard and prisonkeeper here what the consequences were for keeping an Ebon-grey Eyrien Warlord Prince captive.

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Disgusting creatures.

The Chiropteran swiveled in her chair, facing Lucivar with an open expression, one that might have been curiosity or the vague beginnings of delight. It changed after a moment, a girlish smile taking over her face. "I think so too," said Diva. The tone of one who was pleasantly surprised to have been agreed with, receiving unexpected praise.