fridgetothefire | 005 ☣ Backdated to earlyish on the second day of the contagion plot

[Text, separately private to Batman, Lua, Wanda, and Pietro.]

I'm not sure what's happening, but not everyone is in their right mind. I'm okay, but I'm not going meet with anyone in person until this is over.

[Because you might not still be the people she knows.]

Please stay safe.

*

[Private text to Lua, later on the third day. She leaves the comm in her room immediately after sending it, so there are no replies.]

Lua,

Checking in, even if it's not quite what you'd like to hear. I've been infected. I've seen first hand what this disease can to do people. I'm going to die sooner or later, and I'd honestly prefer sooner, before the agonizing degradation of my mind to my own worst fears and aggressions. I've been observing my progression carefully, and not only am I quite miserable, the temptation to slip next door and hurt Erik is alluring, insistent, and growing. I know I am capable of it, but we've made our peace, more or less, and I would rather not be the one to break it.

Considering all of this, I am going to kill myself as neatly and painlessly as possible. Please do not take this as a sign of despair, or any reflection on you. I have simply determined that cutting my losses and accepting a single death toll is the best option for me at this time. Please do not try to find me or stop me; I would hate it if you got hurt because of me. Stay inside and stay safe. I would prefer not to be revived until this plague is no longer a concern.

Gratefully yours,
Anya L.

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[Screw you for having a point, Anya.]

You met Red Mist?

I'm familiar.

[There's a hint of seriously? in her voice, but only a small one.]

[Double screw you. B|]

He's stronger than he looks. Especially when he's nuts.

Determination and madness can manage all manner of sins.

[It's low, somber. She doesn't know how to say be careful after Alex has insisted the attempted strangling was a bald failure, and yet -]

Best not to underestimate people just for being blustery or ridiculous.

[It's an agreement, of sorts, and she's absolutely serious about it.]

Yeah.

[A beat, and he's trolling a little bit, because come on, Anya. You're a little more transparent than you think you are.]

You be careful too.

I'm always careful.

[There's a beat from her end as well, and then, quiet and cold,]

I had everyone around me convinced, for years, that I was a frail, trembling damsel. Whether he's doing it on purpose or not, he's doing an admirable job getting everyone to dismiss him as a threat and he has the capacity.

[So, yes. She wants you to be careful. Even if you are a strong man with lasers who seems to have gotten out of it fine, and Anya is used to ~~Pietro~~ people brushing her concerns off.]

Why was he trying in the first place? My - friend, who hurt me, she had reasons, even if it took whatever's going on to drag them out.

Okay, okay. I'm taking him seriously, I swear.

[He's kind of touched despite himself, whether she's faking it or not. Because. Reasons.]

[And - grumble.] He was delusional and I was trying to get him to the infirmary.

[okay that is enough feels]

How's the infirmary handling things?

[yeah feels are the worst]

They're okay. Stressed but okay. I'm kind of impressed, actually.

Good to know.

[She throws him a little sloppy faux salute]

Keep fighting the good fight, I guess. Since you're into that.

Yeah, yeah.

[But he's grinning.]

Catch you later.

005 ☣ Backdated to earlyish on the second day of the contagion plot

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