fridgetothefire: (wan)
If you know me, I probably miss you. And maybe even if you don't.

[She repeats this Romani, and then Russian, and then German. And then ASL.]
fridgetothefire: (wish you were right)
[Public, video]

[Anya's in the chapel, curled into a ball in the corner of a pew. She's not crying, but she has been, eyes red-rimmed, cheeks tear-stained, sniffling a little, hair a bit mussed. But she faces the communicator squarely.]

I just saw my sister for the first time in almost three years.

I killed her, for those of you who don't know. I basically raised her - our parents certainly didn't help - and she was one of the only people who was ever kind to me. And then I killed her.

I've been waiting to make that right almost since I came to the barge. And now -

[A shaky breath, but she gets it under control, doesn't start crying again.]

She doesn't hate me. She will, I think, when she can really process how I betrayed her. But right now she's just - scared, and hopeful, and alive. She has good people taking care of her now.

And I just - I want to talk about forgiveness, I guess. Because it's never, ever required. If you forgive someone, it should be for you, because you don't want to carry the anger anymore. Nobody deserves to be punished forever, but that doesn't mean you have to be support to people who've hurt you. It doesn't mean you have to accept them in your life, even if they've reformed.

If Wanda never wants to see me - if she never wants to be my sister, if she can't trust me after I broke her trust, then that's - fair. That's her right. Just like it's my right never to forgive our father, which I haven't. Which I won't. I hope she forgives me. But I hope more that she's happy, that she has the tools to build a life she wants, with the people she wants in it.

The thing about the other barge - I know some people are scared or confused and some people are jaded and just hunkering down, and we'll get through it, and it will end, and our wounds will be healed and our tolls paid but the thing about the other barge, the actually terrible thing, is that sometimes it gives us no opportunity to choose against our own monstrosity. And sometimes we do unforgivable things there, and it isn't us - it isn't our choices - but it is us, too. Sometimes trust is broken in ways that can't be fixed with a week or two of suffering.

[She thinks of Cassel and Iris, of herself and Abigail, of herself and Beatrix, herself and Dean.]

But that doesn't mean it's impossible, either. When we're back. When the tide goes out and our wrecks are bare on the sand. Just. Remember to be kind to each other, as much as you can, whatever side of it you were on. And be kind to yourselves. I think that's the most important thing we can do.



[Private to everyone who was around for the Tosh fiasco]

Is anyone still here who fell into the abyss during Tosh's takeover?



[Private to Peter, backdated a few days]

So it's me with four inmates to watch, now.

[And to think maintenance used to be a warden's club.]

And the ship's going to pieces no matter what I do.

Mal volunteered to pitch in awhile ago, so if you still feel - tired, I'll bring her in. But the ceiling's always yours if you want it.
fridgetothefire: (ponder)
[Anya looks - not scared. Slightly apprenhensive, gently vulnerable in a way that has nothing to do with how she normally uses her vulnerability. When she speaks, it's calm and clear, in Xaladytko Romani.]

Mama, it's me. Anya. I'm - I'm so sorry, for everything. I'm working on a way to fix what happened to Wanda. I know that sounds impossible, but how many impossible things have happened in your life? If you can hear me, believe this one. When she's taken care of - if you want to get out of there, I'll bring you out, I promise. Bring you somewhere better.

[And. If she doesn't.]

And. Whatever you decide, I forgive you. You should know that.


[She takes a breath, runs a hand through her hair. There are other people she'd love to talk to, but she doesn't know where to start or what to say next; it feels a little like she's used up all her poise and eloquence for the day getting that out without breaking down.]
fridgetothefire: (laughing)
[Guess who found the English lyrics to the old Ukrainian Bell Carol she used to sing when she was small?]

...hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say throw cares away...

[She goes through the first verse and the chorus, juggling parts as well as she can manage. Her voice is a little rough, no formal training, grabbing breaths in awkward places, but she carries the tune well and it comes out pretty enough. She trails off, then flips on the video feed. She's in the art room, surrounded by scraps of white cloth and half-finished paper mache horns.]

Hi, um, everyone. If you haven't met me yet, I'm Anya. And as you can probably tell, I need some help with the harmonies. When I was little, caroling was one of the biggest parts of the Christmas celebration. Does anybody want to come singing with me? We could do the rounds on each level. If you bring treats we could hand them out to people! It would be so fun.

Private to Wanda )
fridgetothefire: (shadows limning me)
[After her conversation with Erik, she's been struggling to deal with what she's learned. Dealing with someone who was and wasn't her father was one thing; dealing with a version of Wanda who got to grow up, who never knew her - it's harder. So she's focusing on other things, browsing the library for good resources about Jewish faith and practice, about the history of Zionism, about Hannukah in particular. It wasn't something her own father ever shared, beyond rants about the holocaust, and she can't stand feeling at a disadvantage for information.]

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