week three | mingle

[marriagebroker]

No outright changes this week either. Week three rolls around, braced for impact as ever. The estate is still intact, the contestants are still motivated, things are looking good.

Well, aside from the fact you all had a blackout this weekend. That wasn't so good.

Either way, when Monday rolls around, Wei Wuxian seems to be in a cheery mood as he greets everyone Monday morning.

"Everyone, come here, come here. I have an announcement!"

Better go see what that's about, huh?

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[reverso]

[Ah, Rom. He's appreciative of that small shift, that vaguely more somber tone. But for Verso, this is just a reality that he's accepted for a while now; he keeps the scar for a reason. A reminder.]

No, it hurt. That's for sure.

[A huff. It's a difficult subject on paper, but ironically this is one that he will speak about with relative ease, and even more so now that we're on week three.]

We got into an argument about... family. To put it simply, I didn't want to keep enabling my mother into doing herself more harm than good, even if it went against everyone else's wishes. Things got heated. Chroma was used. So.

Scar!

[phenomerom]

[ A fight within the family escalating to that extent. Of course, he's plenty familiar with these sorts of gruesome tales, given his long experience with hauntings -- filicides, family annihilations, group suicides and more -- but it's always different hearing about such conflict in person, face to face, directly from someone who had to endure such cruelty.

He laughs quietly, a slightly rueful tint to the noise. ]

You speak about it so lightly.

[ It's his turn to think, 'trauma.' ]

But I can see why you might. A scar earned for a good reason can almost feel like a medal, no?

[reverso]

[Yeah. Maybe a little bit of trauma. One more to add to the pile.]

It's more of a reminder. I keep it in times when I start to doubt my actions, the way I so violently pulled away from my family. Then I remember just how deeply entrenched my father was in his stance that he'd attack me because I wanted to leave.

[Hm. This makes it sound even more dubious. It is rather hard to tell this story with some of the finer details stripped away.]

It's just proof of how fractured we all were.