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[Game 21] Epilogue
So, you get your Philly cheesesteak, and you head back on another train, returning to New York at fuck o'clock in the morning. Maybe you get a nap on the train, or maybe you're full of yawns and misery as you head back to Sariel's house at the crack of dawn. Paz went on her merry way with wonderful promises for the future, but Hale is with you, seeming remarkably energetic.
Madison is just barely held back by Kieran, it seems, from just sprinting out the door as soon as you get anywhere near the yard. As it stands, as soon as you all make your way past the gate, there's a redhead barreling down to greet you.
Madison is just barely held back by Kieran, it seems, from just sprinting out the door as soon as you get anywhere near the yard. As it stands, as soon as you all make your way past the gate, there's a redhead barreling down to greet you.
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[steps inside, carefully shutting the door behind him. and just leaning up against it, looking at them]
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[sinking down]
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. . . and I—willingly put myself in this position. So please don't hold yourself responsible.
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I realize my general behavior makes it difficult to tell. But I genuinely . . . want to take care of you. And—don't mind . . . being taken care of in return.
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[just stares back at her]
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I, I don't know what to do with a ghost. Even if we prepare a space in Luka's room, I don't know what to do to make him better! I just... I just know he can't stay there, he doesn't deserve to be there, and I'm scared...
[her own hand shoots to her cheek and pets here there]
Shh shh. It's okay. Shh.
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I can—help him move on. To ease his suffering, first, and bring him back to himself before ushering him to his next life, or his rest, as he so chooses.
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I am a psychopomp.
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[then bursts into tears, flinging her arms around him and pretty much bowling him over into Kano's bed]
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[just flattened, lying there like barely breathing for a moment, before his arms come up to wrap around her]
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Th...thank you.
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. . . it's fine.
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It is . . . looking up, though.
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