[Final Day] Endgame

[arsgoetia]

And just as suddenly as everything had began, the demons are gone—all of them. Not a single crow feather remains. As if being sucked backwards out of a vacuum, sound and light flood into the room and the hallway, crashing down on you. You are back in the real world, with noise and physics and sunlight streaming in through the window.

You are also left with two bereft Bellcourt children, the older of which is suddenly doubling over in his wheelchair and shouting in anguish.

Comments

[delivoreance]

...it's... all right, really.

[arsgoetia]

"Mm, not really," David says with a tiny half-smile. "But you prefer to deal with it on your own. I won't press."

[delivoreance]

...I wish I could've done more.

[arsgoetia]

"We can't all be the heroes in every story."

[delivoreance]

[stiffens a little and looks away .__.]

[arsgoetia]

"I haven't been a hero in any story," David tells her. "I'd like to give it a shot eventually, though. I can't keep relying on you guys for everything."

[delivoreance]

...you can do more than we can, ultimately, because you're the one who can live that story day in and day out... so don't think too much of it.

[arsgoetia]

"I haven't been doing much living," says David, gazing up at the ceiling. "But I'm tired of that."

[delivoreance]

...mm. Good luck.