[Harriet/Lera] - Let Go

[snailed_at_life]

Who: Harriet and Lera
When: Monday morning, October 3
Where: Harriet's former palace suite
Before/After: After Harriet is killed and then revived sans godbrain
Warnings: Severe moping




[Harriet supposes this is what it must feel like to be laid off. One day you are at the top of the world, the next you are cleaning out your desk trying to determine what belongs to you and what would be office theft.

Many of what she'd come to view as her possessions were actually just hand-me downs from the old Khshathra, or things purchased for her specifically to be used in conjunction with her job

Her souped up laptop, for example. Is that hers? It's full of personal information. Should she just delete that stuff and leave it for her successor? Lera said she didn't think Irena would be accepted as a legitimate Khshathra, but Harriet knows she isn't a rational choice to be her own successor if the brain is recovered. Someone more experienced, someone with a larger base of knowledge and intelligence to layer the godbrain on top of. Or that's what she figures, anyway. She just knows no one has offered her the job. That would be looking pretty far into the future -- past someone else's possible death. That's just a lot to ask for right now, and it doesn't seem worth it to get her hopes up. There are a lot of decisions still to be made by the people who were there before she ever got here, and actually belong in positions of power.

The most appropriate thing for Harriet to do right now is let go of her feelings that she ever owned any of it, and politely disappear]

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[Lera isn't happy about Harriet leaving. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be quasi-immortals and work together for over a century. She tries to tell herself it's temporary; she intends it to be, and she already has Ambereyes looking for Irena. She made it clear that the brain comes to her, not to the acting Sharifa, if they recover it, because she plans to give it back.]

[But there's a real chance that this isn't temporary; that Harriet won't accept the brain, that the alchemists could give it to someone else, or that Irena won't be found.]

[She can be heard walking up. Her leg hisses softly as she gets to the door. She knocks on the door, once, and then she looks through the cracked door. She walks with that slight limp, still, as she peaks her head in and looks at Harriet.]

Hey.