arsgoetia | [Game 18] Endgame

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[Game 18] Endgame

It's early morning by the time they tidy up the house and fix the windows—leaving it as neat as they'd entered it, Tristan promises—and head out. Tristan seems to be itching to just get away from the place, though they can't return to the church, and it's now New Year's Day—so they head back across the border to the house in New York. Even Sariel comes along—albeit reluctantly—at Tristan's suggestion.

"To my understanding," Tristan says, "the kid's with Sera right now, which I'm cool with. I was a bit rough on him, so he might be sleeping it off for another little while—and like you all said, he might be a bit freaked out to see a dozen people staring at him. So let's leave him there for now. I can send you all home." He pauses.

"But if you want to come back soon . . . I can bring you back. No agenda necessary. If you don't want to come—well, let me know, and I'll try not to bring you."

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It does sound similar...

It's as much of a mess, too, I think? Just . . . in microcosm.

I wouldn't blame anyone if they wanted to just go home. I do, too. But... this is my home, now.

. . . what made you choose it?

I kind of didn't... it was by chance. But I'd wanted to stay here for a long time before it happened.

I felt that this world needed me more than where I was before. So many of my friends, my loved ones, lived here... and I missed them all, even when I forgot about them back in Camp. There was this ache in my heart I couldn't understand. I only really realized it here, that I was born to be a Hunter. Even if I've cast off that title, it's the kind of living that gave me a sense of purpose. What I can do, what I was meant to do... I believe it can be fulfilled in this world.