[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.

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[kepthishead.livejournal.com]

That's why people help each other. We're not alone. We change the lives of other people, and they change ours.

[arsgoetia]

"I'm not very good with people," she mutters.

[kepthishead.livejournal.com]

You can learn that.

[arsgoetia]

"Really...?" She seems dubious, but considering. "Humans make, like, no sense to me. I just... but still..."

[kepthishead.livejournal.com]

How many people do you know?

[arsgoetia]

"I, I don't know, do you mean humans?" she asks.

[kepthishead.livejournal.com]

Yes. And I mean know them, not know of them.

[arsgoetia]

"I... not a lot, I guess..."

[kepthishead.livejournal.com]

Then you can't know that you don't understand them.

[arsgoetia]

"But they make no sense! Like, people do things for other people freely and..." She looks away. "I don't get it."

[kepthishead.livejournal.com]

It's learned.