#c: dilan 011

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for: @moonglowmagic - Dilan location: hospital

Ken did not need more information than the grumbles of disgruntled hospital staff, and really he should've expected this, should've known Dilan would be refusing help when given. In a way he understood that feeling, but this continued wish to be in pain wasn't helping her or anyone. "Okay," he announced walking into her room, "A nurse will drop by soon and set up a bag of V to start your healing process. You have until then to cuss me out, throw whatever tantrum, or do whatever it is that you've been doing. When they show up you're going to sit, be quiet and accept the help whether you want to or not. Got it?"

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He can't have sounded like this, could he? Ken made a mental note to properly apologise to Rohan for putting him through that, and Leyla too for dealing with his nonsense since the beginning. But he sure as hell he didn't hiss like Dilan did, "That's enough. You're thirty not three." He could be kinder, probably should be given her state and things she had been through but it sounded a little ridiculous coming from her. "What are reminders going to do? Vampire blood will only heal the physical injuries, Dilan, you'll still be left with emotional scars if you want them so badly. And trust me that's much worse."

It hit a little to closely to the thoughts that constantly plagued him but pushing those away he focused back, a sigh escaping to keep himself from being too harsh again. "No, she didn't have to be evil, but she was, she tormented you and Leyla since you were kids. I get that she's your family but entertain the possibility of what you would do if she didn't change? If you locked her up but she escaped, what then? What if she continued to hunt you both?" He wasn't going to say what happened was for the best even though he felt it was, it wasn't his place to comment on. "Look, I'm not great at comforting and death isn't an easy concept to process especially if it's one of your own, but..." he trailed off to an end. There was no but. That was it, the resolve of this situation, of Hande dying, of everything, it was not going to be easy. "If it's worth anything to you right now, there are people alive that actually care about you."

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Rather than admit that it actually did hurt all Dilan did was hiss at him. While he was right that the staff didn’t get paid enough for this, or deserve the treatment that she had been giving them she couldn’t stop. She needed to lash out, to get this out even though the person that she wanted to hurt the most was already dead, because of her at that. Still staring out the window as a few hot tears fell and she wiped them away just as quickly as they had came. Shaking her head yes at Ken’s words, she couldn’t answer him for a long moment without choking on her own words. “I need the reminders or it’s all just gone Ken.” It would be as if it never happened the second she healed from it all and Hande would be eased. What she did would be forgiven and forgot about for everyone but her. “Yes it is!” She shirked at him. “I didn’t have to kill her. We could have contained her and put her behind bars. Maybe we could have changed her mindset eventually? She was one of us Ken. She didn’t have to be evil. We didn’t give her time though. I just—“ Stabbed and stabbed her over again, Dilan wanted to say but she couldn’t bring herself to say it allowed. Instead just replaying the death over and over in her head like a broken record. “She didn’t even regenerate for another chance. She just died.”

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"Bet that hurt." Sidestepping calmly as she threw the cup, droplets of water splashed onto him all the same, "Want to try that again? The poor staff that have to service your room, they don't get paid enough for this," he commented, a click of tongue aiding the shake of his head as he looked to the puddle on the ground. Taking a seat, Ken with an air of nonchalance, simply watched her for a while, at one point even peered down at his watch to check the time since he said she could do whatever till a nurse arrived and Dilan didn't hold back. The screaming and yelling, despite being unable to actively ignore given his hearing amplified it to a greater volume, Ken let that be without extra comments, it was the tears however, that he couldn't ignore nor did it escape him the way she was trying to hold it back. "I understand that I do, I get it wanting to feel pain and want scars, but do you really feel it's beneficially to continue to torture yourself like this? I know you want to blame yourself but what happened isn't your fault."

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“Excuse me?” Dilan asked when he gave her orders and informed her that she was taking vampire blood. “You’re not my father!” She yelled before tossing her cup of water at him, despite being weaker than normal and the fact it hurt to throw anything. “I deserve to feel like this! I’m not taking vampire blood!” She screamed back at him, a big part of her did feel like this was deserved. How could she kill her own flesh and blood so easily? Laying back against the pillow, she looked out the window. “I killed my own sister, Ken. I deserve every bit of this pain and the scars that will come along with it.” Bitting the inside of her cheek to keep from crying, she still couldn’t face looking at him any longer.