Scene #1713: Samar Visits Lute in Medical

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Lute	Lute is currently laying down in his bed in medical. Mihk just left him alone not too long ago, after a bit of a talk. He looks a /bit/ depressed at the moment, though he is doing his best to try and hide it. He's just staring up at the ceiling, somewhat blankly. But, then he hears Samar's intent to visit him. This actually is a bit of a surprise, albeit not too much of one. He takes a moment to even out his medical gown, to make sure he at least looks somewhat okay. But, as much as he wants to get excited about her visiting? Well, he just /can't./ Instead, he just continues to lay there, trying to breath deeply to calm down a bit. To not go crazy again. He highly doubts Samar would be a good person to talk to about his emotional issues. So, he's trying to reign them in a bit before she arrives.
Samar	It doesn't take too long for Samar to find the room. The Battleship-Symbiotic Princess has come over alone, of course; even her symbiote has been left behind, though whether the medical staff would have let her bring it in is doubtful in the first place. Faintly wet footsteps carry her down the hall, shoes clicking against the floor's surface in a brief herald of her arrival. Soon enough, the Princess is standing in the doorway, one hand resting on the doorframe, head cocked lightly to one side. She's smiling, faint but noticeable enough. "Lute," she greets him, idly drumming her fingertips along the doorframe. "You don't look your best. Surely the fight didn't take /that/ much out of you, did it?" Samar steps forward, pulling up a chair and taking a seat by the bed, one leg crossed over the other, hands folding over her lap. Glowing red eyes remain in a half-lidded stare on Lute. It's probably easy to notice, after a while, that she barely ever blinks.
Lute	Lute fakes a smile at Samar. This is an improvement at least. He wasn't able to fake anything when Mihk came in. He'll regret his mood later, though. Sure, he has been having more luck with the ladies (certain situations aside), but it's still rare for a woman to come visit him, unprompted by his own request. "...Yeah. I'm doing a terrible job of hiding it, but something unrelated is getting me... down. It hit at a bad time, too. If it happened after the mission, well... I'm almost certain I would've sunk Kuma." A siiigh. "...Anyways, you wanted to know more about the mission, right? Anything specific you wanted to know, or...?" He trails off, just staring at her pretty blankly still. Eventually he looks away a bit. Despite all of the reassuring he's gotten that he did a good job, even from the Abyssal Fleet themselves? He still obviously thinks a lecture is imminent.
Samar	"If you feel willing to talk about it, I'm willing to listen to what's wearing on you, and maybe offer some advice." Samar smiles; it's a genuine one, though, considering her normal resistance to showing anything like satisfaction or happiness, that could be a troubling thing. "When the Abyssals feel doubt, or fear, or anger, or sorrow, I am the one they come to. They find me...comforting. Reassuring. But, if you'd rather not..." She shrugs slightly, leaning back in her seat. Her piercing gaze remains fixed on him, never faltering or wavering. "Assuming you're troubled by the mission, don't be. If I expected immediate, constant successes, especially where unforseen outside interferences and lack of experience with a particular enemy are concerned, I wouldn't be a very good leader, would I? Like I said, you'll have another chance. Just rest, pull yourself together, and prepare for it." The Princess takes a few moments to think, idly drumming her fingertips along the back of her hand. The steady drip of water falling off her form and gradually pooling on the floor fills the brief silence. "I think, next time, I may send you with someone. Leyte is always eager, though...something of a wild card, at times. Anchorage is always composed, in her own way. It sounded like you were doing quite well, so some more experienced assistance could only help that along."
Lute	Lute just stares at Samar, as she takes a seat. He has gotten a certain impression from the Abyssal Fleet. Emotionless aside anger, and not ones to be depressed. So, when Samar offers to talk to Lute, well. It's a bit of a surprise. Esepcially the fact that Samar is used like this by the Abyssal Fleet as a whole. He also seems pleased to hear that she is willing to give him another chance, and in fact send /backup/ with him. This gives him a bit more hope. He looks at her, struggling to remain calm as he starts to speak. While he had some trouble speaking to Mihk, Samar, well. He is wondering if she might understand him better. Because Samar's mentality isn't quite human. Nor is Lute's. "...Well. During the battle, a woman I have been seeing contacted me. Telling me she was going to get married, eventually, and that we would have to break our relationship off. A woman I care for, deeply, told me this. Normally, I'd handle it better, but.... This has kept happening. Sarracenia, for example, told me that she felt strongly for me, but couldn't be with me, due to my... non-monogamous life style. Miko told me similar as well, though I've at least talked her into still seeing me... for now. But. It's just been... Too many people feel for me, but can't /express/ it, due to their desire to be with one man, and one man only. It just... It makes no sense to me. It is pissing me off and making me want to cry at the same time." He sighs, turning away from Samar, "...Honestly, I'm not even sure you or the others can /feel/ love or lust, from what I've seen of you. ...I don't mean this harshly. Just, well. You're human-like, but not quite human. So I'm not sure you can understand." Having settled on a spot on the wall to stare at, he just continues to speak. His words are pained due to regret and anger. And the actual pain he is feeling. "...I'm glad you're willing to give me another shot, though. But. I /will/ sink the Fleet Daughters, one day. They're like so many others in this world. Denying what they /really are/. It actually is a bit painful to know that they're like you, and pretending not to be. So I'm set on my path to continue trying to sink them, and set things right."
Samar	Samar listens, patiently allowing Lute to take as long as he needs to explain himself. She's still silent once he finishes, too, watching him with a curious thoughtfulness until she finds her own words. "...no. I think I understand. I can imagine the sort of pain you must experience with a mindset like that. Something that involves so many people, and yet something which so many just don't understand..." The Abyssal Princess stands, leaning over slightly to rest a hand on Lute's shoulder. It's not exactly the most pleasant contact: chilled, still faintly wet, as if she just dragged herself up from the bottom of the ocean. And in all likelihood, she did, but unlike any human it doesn't make her shiver. "When a mindset brings on you so much pain and suffering...you learn to ignore the sources of it. You learn to control it. That ache of confusion and frustration is turned into the fire that incinerates those that stand against you. If you do it right, that pain will be a constant, smoldering fuel, and the sadness will give way to more useful emotions. Anger. Hate. The emotions you need to take what you want from the world, and fulfill any promises you make." Still she smiles, and she leans forward to edge herself into Lute's line of sight. "And who knows? That anger, that /hatred/, that frustration that roils in your heart and brings you so much /pain/...just might be the way you can show people how right your mindset is. Let it burn in you, brighter and brighter, like its own powerful sun. Let it tear down any wall that stands in their way. If another denies you, so be it; it's just more fuel for your anger, and more power to be used against those who work against you and those you care for. More power to make things /right/, as you want them to be."
Lute	Lute just stares at Samar. As he hand is placed on him, the cold of it doesn't bother him too much. Even though it is /really/ cold? The little bit of physical contact is doing him a lot of good right now. He listens intently to the words. Bits and pieces of them stick out. Use the emotions to take what you want. Let the anger lead his path. This all fits in with his current desires: Breaking everything, until he gets his way. A wicked smile is beginning to cross Lute's face. He smiles at Samar. It takes him a moment, but he finally speaks again, "...Yes. That is exactly the sort of pep talk I needed. Yes. I... I /can/ use this anger, couldn't I? Destroy those against me. Destroy the very systems of the world itself. Keep breaking things until things are how I want them. Thank you. Thank you /so/ much." Yes, Lute is now being pushed to an incredibly dark path. But, as Samar leaned forward into his vision, and with Lute being cheered up (albeit in a somewhat backwards way), he is back to his normal self. And since he is his normal self, he moves in to give Samar a kiss on the lips. In thanks, of course. Because this is not a terrible idea. Not at all.
Samar	Samar's smile, wicked and satisfied, only grows a little further as Lute agrees with her. It's always satisfying to see people agreeing with her particular lectures. The Abyssals do, and now Lute does; the mark of a successful leader, she tells herself. Give unity and direction to her subordinates, give them clarity to make use of their experiences...and Lute, lately, has started becoming another subordinate for her. "Exactly, Lute. I'm glad you can understand, and that I can help you. Destroy whatever you want, break whoever you need, until your goals are in hand." ...that smile fades almost immediately when Lute kisses her. Confusion and surprise widen her eyes, and it's only the fact that it takes a moment for her to register what's happening that prevents her from pulling away immediately. As long as she hesitates, it tastes...salty, briney. And then she's quickly straightening up, licking her lips with a faintly unpleasant look. "...one thing at a time, Lute," she mutters, wiping her lips with the back of her hand before looking back down at him. Back she goes to that vaguely aloof composure. "Well. I'm pleased that you're feeling back to normal, at least. Maybe now that your mind is settled, you can let your body recover as well, hm? Take some time to prepare for your next move, whatever that might be, and consider it with a clear mind."
Lute	Lute just shrugs a little bit at Samar, smiling. He fakes looking guilty, but it's too hard for him to actually hide his delight. "Sorry, I just caught up in the moment. I haven't had anything go right since that Riva chick organized the whole 'Defender of Love' thing to beat me up, so I've been pretty depressed. Things just kept getting worse and worse. But, well. ...Yeah, you've cheered me up, so I wanted to revel in the moment." A pause. "Also as a note, I don't mind that yor lips taste a bit salty and like seawater." He lets out a sigh of relief though. Yeah, this quite literally is exactly the type of thing he needed to hear right now. "...Thanks, though. Seriously. Thanks. This helped, a lot. And... Yeah, I'll let myself heal, now. I'll take it easier. Thanks for coming by. I... /really/ look forward to getting out there and fighting again. If you /ever/ need any help? Let me know. I'll be there."
Samar	"You have questionable standards sometimes, from what I know of humans," Samar quips. She gives a brief smirk, though, before folding her arms over her chest. "I can understand your position. I've had a few difficulties myself, but temporary setbacks are just that. So long as you have confidence and guidance, they won't matter in the end." Her eyes narrow in thought for another moment. "We'll see how I have need of you in the future, Lute. Things will change and develop. Lots of different things to consider, as time goes on. I have the feeling you'll be more than effective enough at whatever you do, however." Her smile returns, before she moves back through the door again. She pauses in the doorway, however, to cast one last red-eyed look over her shoulder. "Hang in there, Lute. And don't forget anything I've said, hm?" And with that, the Princess slips around the corner, shoes clicking back down the hall she came from.
Lute	Lute just smiles at Samar. Well... Yeah. This helped, massively. So he lifts a hand and waves in a quite friendly manner to Samar. "I'll hang in. Thanks for caring about me. Or at least supporting me a bit, Iguess. I'll see you again sometime." And with that, Lute just lays back in his bed, a bit happier. He even turns on the TV, and switches through the channels a bit. He is so super hyped to have a /goal/ and a /direction/ now.