Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

- Was it just as difficult for you at the beginning of your career?.. - Sonata.

Beata stopped sobbing and burst out laughing bitterly.
“Well, at least tomorrow, after the coronation, I can go back to sleep instead of worrying about the performance.”
“Beata, you…”
“Forget it, Guiyosh. It doesn’t make sense. I was an idiot when I decided to do this. As if anything could have worked out for me, right?”
“But you almost…”
“Almost doesn’t count. I messed up. People died because of me. Good people. Because I’m a terrible organizer who didn’t care about safety.”
“You’re blaming…”
“Enough!” she snapped and jumped off the couch. “I’m the organizer, I hired that bastard, it’s my responsibility! You can say whatever you want, but it’s all my fault, and only my fault. I tried, damn it, to do something good for once!”
“Your fault, huh? Did you check him out? Did you know for sure he was a murderer? Did you point your finger at everyone present and tell him, ‘Kill that one, kill that one’?”
“What difference does it make! Will the victims feel better knowing that it happened because of my negligence, rather than a direct order? Safety, damn it, 2.71… I was so busy, I missed the maniac right under my nose. 2.71, Beata, good job, you really made the citizens happy.”
“Yeah, maybe you personally dragged him from the godforsaken Carnia in your pocket, smuggling him in, and all this time you were hitting him on the head so he’d go crazy and become a maniac.”
“Guiyosh, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. I’m the organizer, I’m in charge, everything that happened was due to my oversight and my fault, I have to take responsibility. I’m ready to face the court, pay all the fines and moral compensation to the families of the victims.”
“Damn, Klin, hit her, please, you have a weaker punch.”
“It’s very kind of you, and of all of you, to try to convince me that I’m not to blame, but that doesn’t correspond to reality. I’m going to write these damn essays, at least I’ll finish something in my life. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the kitchen, destroying the coffee supply, because sleep is for losers,” Beata turned on her heels and walked briskly to the kitchen.
“God, I’m so tired of her crap,” Guiyon groaned, raising his eyes to the heavens as the door closed behind Beata. “I don’t know what to do to get it through her thick skull that she’s not responsible for everything in the world, and that there’s crap that’s going to happen no matter what she wants or doesn’t want! But no, damn it, we’re going to suffer and agonize over every unforeseen event, and spend weeks blaming ourselves for not anticipating it, what a mess, I’ll have to buy a crystal ball and stock up on coffee grounds next time to predict everything accurately.”
He leaned back on the couch, covering his face with his hands.
“Great Anuzish, give me patience, I don’t need strength, or I’ll beat her to a pulp.”

- Yes, it is indeed late, and we kept you, - Gillon said apologetically with a smile. - But we have plenty of free rooms, just in case. Although, Klin, your, um, girlfriend... is probably worried...
He sighed heavily.
- And I apologize for... - he nodded towards the door, from which the aroma of strong coffee and the sounds of intense mental activity emanated. - This is her normal reaction. She will be blaming herself for a long time, but I think in a couple of hours she will regain her ability to think clearly and start thinking more constructively. Despite that bastard... A lot has already been done, and I don't think it would be a good idea to abandon everything. Perhaps we can somehow transform what we have into something else... But it's better for Beata to say, she has a better imagination than mine. If she is in the mood, of course, but I will do everything to cheer her up. I believe that abandoning everything would be disrespectful, especially to those who were killed, who tried for tomorrow's performance, and making sure that it takes place in some form is the least we can do to honor their memory.