Addendum to Perceptions: The Definition of Peace

Some fun interactions with the characters added for The Definition of Peace story.

There are spoilers for The Definition of Peace story so it is best to finish it before reading this addendum.

Sester: She's beautiful
Writer: Oh no. Don't tell me.
Sester: Yes. Your fears are correct.
Writer: Oh god. Someone kill me. Please.
Sester: I do apologize but I'm afraid it's out of my control now.
Writer: You do realize you can't have her?
Sester: Yes, I know. sighs

Writer: Alright. I'm curious now. I wouldn't think that she would be your type.
Sester: And what type did you think I would be attracted to?
Writer: Someone who is intelligent, who can provide a challenge, who is strong... Oh.
Sester: Exactly.
Writer: I guess I'm lucky that Avon isn't attracted to her.
Sester: He's not.
Writer: That would be a relief. But why do you think he's not?
Avon: Yes, I'm curious too. Why do you think I'm not?
Sester: Uh.
Writer: How long have you been there?
Avon: Long enough. Sester? (in a not very friendly tone; actually more a menacing tone)
Sester winces but will not be intimidated.
Sester: Are you saying that you are?
Avon: You're avoiding my question.
Sester: So are you.
The tension is very obviously increasing.
Writer: Stop it.
Argus (enters): What's going on?
Avon and Sester avoid looking at Argus.
Writer: That's all I needed.
Argus: What did you say?
Writer: Nothing. Where's Reya?
Argus: She'll be along.
Sester: I think I'd better be going.
Avon (coldly): Yes, perhaps you should.
Sester exits.
Argus (to Avon): You're never going to give him a break, are you?
Avon (coldly): You have no idea what you are talking about.
Argus (looks at him suspiciously): What was going on here?
Avon: That's none of your concern.
Writer: Are you sure?
Avon: It's none of yours either.
Writer: Riiiight. I'm just the humble writer. What do I know?
Reya (enters): Are you two at it again?
Avon: My apologies. I will leave the two of you alone. (exits)
Reya: Was it something I said?
Writer: No.
Reya: Are you going to keep us apart much longer?
Writer: You mean you and Argus?
Reya: Is there any other "us" you're aware of?
Writer: There's...uh no. There's not (yet). Yes, unfortunately, I can't have you together for awhile yet.
Reya: I miss him.
Argus: I miss you too.
Reya: Do I really have to think that he's dead in the story?
Writer: That's part of the story. (thinks: I don't think I'll tell her where the story is going yet; she might kill me)
Reya: I don't like it. It hurts thinking that.
Argus (hugs her): It's not real. I'm still here.
Reya: You had better be.
Argus smiles: Always.
Writer (thinks: she is going to kill me)
After the scene where Reya and Sester feel they have no choice but to sleep together in order to allay Dayto's suspicion.

Sester: I feel ill.
Writer: Well, you wanted it.
Sester: Yes, I know. But I didn't mean to hurt her.
Writer: What did you think was going to happen? You know how she feels about Argus.
Sester: Yes, but... I guess I wasn't thinking.
Writer: You were being selfish.
Sester (dejected): I was. I don't suppose there's a way to undo this?
Writer: What do you think?
Sester: Maybe Argus can kill me?
Writer: Oh, he's definitely going to want to do something.
Sester: You aren't going to let him, are you?
Writer: No.
Sester: This is worse than having him kill me.
Writer: I know.
Sester: Is there something you can do for her?
Writer: Don't worry about Reya. She's tough. I just needed her character to grow, that's why I allowed this to happen.
Sester: It's a cruel way to do it if you ask me.
Writer: Just stick with your own guilt and leave Reya to me.

Reya (angrily): I HATE YOU!
Writer: I know. I'm sorry. Can we talk about this? Where's Argus?
Reya: He's mad and doesn't want to speak to you. And I don't either!
(Reya stalks out)
Writer: Maybe Argus can kill me.

Writer: Are you still angry with me?
Reya (starts crying)
Writer (with alarm): What's wrong?
Reya: Argus isn't talking to me.
Writer: But it wasn't your fault! If he's mad, then he should be mad at me. He shouldn't be taking it out on you.
Reya: I'm confused and I don't know what to do.
Writer: He is acting like an ass at the moment. I guess I should do something about that.
Reya (continues crying)
Writer: Now what? I said I'm going to fix things.
Reya: I feel horrible. And it's all my fault.
Writer: It's not your fault. It's mine.
Reya: Yes. It's your fault too.
Writer: Well, how about we both make it up to him then. I'll write something nice for him.
Reya: How? You're being terrible to him right now. Making him do things he doesn't want to do.
Writer: Yes. I know. It can't be helped. It's part of the story. But you're all headed for a holiday. I can do something there.
Reya: Could you? Something really nice?