entrancelogs | + Guilt Runs Deep

Going to find Gren and stepping into a familiar building that she's seen before is positively terrifying. Before she even realizes that things aren't the same, for a brief and tiny moment she remembers that time when she and Gren had first become connected to one another as friends. When she hadn't been willing to let Gren go on hurting in this place, wallowing in his pain of losing.

Wondering how they ended up here again, how he had slipped back to suffering in this way, when the words come to her. The loudness, the anger, the words. Holly. Lily.

"Oh. Oh nonono," she murmurs, ducking back as this man, this Woody, came storming towards her. "Oh Gren" she sighs, shaking her head. Then, before she can say anything, it starts again. "Noooo."

Watching him go through this again, seeing Wonderland screwing with him again, and hating this. Hating they can do this to him. And realizing a part of her wishes he never had to go through this, but she is caught between caring about him, wanting him in her life, and seeing him facing this once more.

This time when it resets though, Misty rushes forward. "Gren? Please, tell me you know who I am," she says, hoping to catch him before it starts over again. Even if she only has a moment.

Gren frowns because that's a pretty insane question to ask...but then, given the last time they were in the Trip Trap together, it makes sense. He puts his hand on her arm, nodding.

"Yeah, I know who you are. I remember Wonderland...everything. I'm guessing this is some more Wonderland bullshit that's going on?"

He watches Woody's retreating form, he knows Bigby will ask him something next, but he can't remember what. It was around after this he passed out, he thinks. At least Misty didn't walk into a memory of him on his pankiller high. That would have been...awkward.

"S'alright," he assures her. "Do you know anything of what's going on?"

Misty sighs in relief, her hand moving to cover his, nearly clutching at it. What they went through before in Wonderland, in the Trip Trap, may be child's play compared to this. If what she's been told is true. She's not sure if it would be worse that it's true or not.

So when he asks if she knows what's going on, her eyes go shiny bright with tears and she nods, her words showing why her hand is clutching at his so desperately.

"It's Hell," she says, biting at her lip hard to try and stop the tears. "And... and you can't get out unless... I mean, I guess you can get out but... it's because of guilt, she said."

His brow furrows for a moment. Because this sure sounds an awful lot like her Hell. And, for the moment, his own scene, even with the memory carrying on around him, is ignored in favour for concern for her.

"Shit. Misty is this your event? Are you okay?"

He can hear the argument, he can see, in the corner of his eye, Woody react to the shitty things he said, but Misty is more important than this. This is just...stupid shit. Stupid shit gnawing at him, but stupid shit all the same.

She moves in close, wrapping her arms around his waist, hating seeing this. For her the hardest part is the mentions of Lily, of Holly's bar, of knowing that there's nothing she can do for him about one of them, and the other is still trapped there and she hates it.

"Not mine, no. Someone named Maze? I think. She was talking about, about how the wicked as punished because they think they deserve to be. But..." She catches her breath. "It's Hell. This is how it was for me."

And she's not sure why she's not still having her own memory, unless her time was already paid? Or Wonderland changed something. She does know, more than ever, that it wasn't her fault what happened. Not to the frog, and not to herself.

She's not surprised Gren's involves Lily either, but she's not sure what to do to help. All she knows is that she can be here for him, no matter what happened.

"At least this time you're aware," she says, the words holding a sound that might have been humor. Or might have been hysteria.

He rests his hand on the back of her shoulder, taking her comfort for what it was and offering some in turn. When she says it's not her event, he relaxes a little. It doesn't make what's happening any easier, but knowing she isn't suffering more because of it lightens the overall load.

"Well, fuck. That's pretty goddamn depressing. Two worlds with the same idea of fuckin' Hell" means there's more of a chance of it being a Legit One, which he isn't a fan of at all. "So. What. I'm stuck here because of some shit I think I deserve it?"

He doesn't sound convinced...but maybe there's something to it. He looks at Woody again, scowling a little.

"He fucked everything up so goddamn much."

"I haven't even..." She isn't sure why and she can't help but wonder but in the end, she's grateful. She's not sure she how she would have handled it. Knowing what she's gained in Wonderland, she might have brought the whole place down out of frustration.

"Though, who knows. We might be from the same world, and we just never knew one another," she points out, having been thinking about that as she had raced up the stairs to Gren's room, seeking him out soon as she had learned what was going on.

Trying to keep Gren distracted from what is going on around them, all of it being acted out despite what he does, or isn't doing.

"Because you feel guilty about something that happened here," she says, looking to the man he's looking at. "Was he trying to mess things up, or did it just happen because of the world you're in?"

Their world is fucked up! And it's set up to make their life worse. She truly believes that.

"I mean, maybe? We chose our mundy because it didn't have no magic in it. But could be that the witches overlooked something. Maybe magic just started to grow there on its own when we arrived? Like...fuckin' wild or something."

Makes as much sense as anything else, after all. He frowns watching the scene play out, watching Woody.

"He fucked up. He was paying Lily to turn trick with him- kept it from all of us," he can feel the anger rising in his chest...and something else, guilt? he doesn't know. "Holly found out when she was going through Lily's shit after her funeral. I kicked his sorry fuckin' ass out for it. I don't know where he is now."

"That's possible, you know. You can't have pockets of magic and not have it just spread, I don't think, and you are all magic. By your very nature, I would think." They're like Wonderland, in a way. Stories come to life, or the life of the stories. It meant they brought magic, and she truly believed magic could not be restrained, only harnessed.

"It upset you a lot though, didn't it?" She strokes her fingers lightly down his arm, trying to help, trying to be calming. "Throwing him out? Losing someone that was part of this place?"

She doesn't ask about losing a friend, but she knows if he's someone here, that it mattered to Gren that Woody did this to her, that it was more than just someone turning tricks with her.

"Hmm, can't skip out on the magic part. We all got somethin' of that in us."

But he loses the rest of that train of thought to focus on what she says next. His eyes remain on Woody. He's still so so angry at him. For the betrayal to Holly. For inadvertently helping Lily stay in the prostitution gig that ultimately got her murdered.

"I guess. I was so...fuckin' pissed at him. He made things a hundred times worse when they were already pretty goddamn shitty to begin with," everything was falling apart and that secret of his nearly overturns everything. "But he didn't have no one else. I don't know if it could have got fixed...or even if it should. But I didn't give him a chance."

Misty wonders why Woody did it. If she was a friend, and not there by choice, why contribute to it? If he just wanted to give her money to get out, couldn't he have done that? There's so many thoughts in Misty's head, ones that make her understand completely while Gren did what he did, but she can only focus on one thing. Getting Gren out of here, because she wished someone would have done more to get her out of her Hell.

Even if it's only an event, and only a few days, that's too much in her mind.

"You had a right to be upset, right? I mean, I know you have a temper, but you weren't wrong in being upset, right?"

Gren's been wondering why Woody did it for months. Why he didn't help her out of the hole. Why he just helped keep her in it, in the very thing that got her killed. He hates Woody for what he did...but he also doesn't hate Woody. Not...completely.

"Of course I had a right to be upset, he fuckin' ruined everything."

But...but Gren doesn't have many friends, and he does everything he can to keep them safe. Loyalty means the goddamn world to Gren. He stands by it fiercely. He hates that this one time...this one time he turned on someone who mattered.

"I guess the fucker didn't have no one else after that, and I never saw him after that. I don't know where he is now."

"But you don't know why he did it, do you? And you don't know if he didn't have a choice either," she points out, wanting Gren to come to the realization that maybe Woody wasn't the bad guy. He isn't a good guy either, not in doing that to Snow but not the bad guy. All she can hope is that maybe she can help Gren heal somehow, and if he can heal then perhaps he can overcome this place and the guilt that comes with it.

"It wasn't your fault either, Gren. Not that he left, or that you made him leave. Or that you didn't see him after that. He hurt you, and that means you weren't a bad person for what you did," she points out, moving to press in close to him, to wrap her arms around his neck and hold him if he'll let her.

"No...guess I fuckin' don't. I never really considered that part. I was more concerned with how badly he'd fuckin' broken Holly's heart."

When Holly didn't need that any more. When her heart had been broken damn well enough and there was nothing he could do to put it back together again. Even now, he doesn't know if he can fix all her hurt. Woody's betrayal was the final nail in the coffin.

"...Yeah...I guess," he wraps his arm around her waist pulling her in, watching it scene run again. "He's why I lost my arm, y'know. Second time around anyways. The Wolf was sniffing around for clues for the guy who murdered those girls and came to Woody. I protected him and that's how I lost my fuckin' arm. And all this time he'd been doing that."

"And it's awful he did," she says. "Her heart and yours," she adds, feeling so much for Gren and Holly the more she hears about their world and what they've been through. She would even accept going back to Hell if it meant finding a way to make their lives better.

"Now see, you tell me that," she murmurs, wrapping her arms tightly around Gren. "And I'll start to regret talking you down," she murmurs, lightly running her hand over the stump where his arm had been. "Do you think you're ready to leave this though?"

She wants him somewhere else. Anywhere else. Just so that he can take time to breathe and relax, to try and let what's happened lie and not haunt him.

He closes his eyes at her touch, thinking. Honestly, he knows there's always going to be a twinge of guilt about this...but Woody dug his own damn grave. Gren may have pushed it too far as usual- but Woody drove him to that point. No point angtsing over it. He can't take it back. He tilts his head to look at her, offering her a small smile. He leans in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Yeah. You know what. Let's get the fuck outta here."

She squeezes him tighter, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "That's my favorite fairytale," she says with a wide smile and a wink before making herself step back. She offers him her hand. "Come on then. Let's get out of here."

Even as she speaks, she glances around. "I wish I could see the real place one day."

"It's real fuckin' poetic, ain't it?" he offers a wry smirk. "But yeah, let's just...go."

He takes her hand with his, giving it a squeeze, starting towards the door. He smiles a little, glancing around in turn.

"Maybe one day. If we're really lucky."

Misty has ever belief they will find a way. That they will figure Wonderland out and, her favorite fantasy while she's working, is they go and get those Gren wants from his world and find a place where they be themselves. She doesn't like letting herself believe otherwise.

Kissing the back of his hand, she heads out, leaving the bar behind for now.

(Wrap?)

+ Guilt Runs Deep

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