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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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How were things back here? I hope you didn't spend too much time worrying.
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You needn't have, but I understand the circumstances. Perhaps some tea? I always find it soothing.
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Tea—tea is fine. I can make tea?
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You're my guest!
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Even so, it's no hardship for me.
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. . . I hope—you'll come again sometime. Though it's always impossible to predict.
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[that's a little sad]
When a Master calls a Servant, the bond generally lasts until it is severed. I had assumed, since the Command Spells manifested, that this would be a bond of that type...
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Oh. O-oh, really? I . . . don't know?
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But even if my time in this world is to end, I would like to return.
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I would love to see you again.
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[considers the idea for a moment, because what is having a choice in this kind of thing? but then he smiles gently]
If it's to be a choice, then....yes, I would like to stay. This is a good world, with good people in it. I'd like to continue to be of use here.
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Now we've gotten far too formal. My apologies.
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. . .
So, um.
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So, consider me at your service, my friend.
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[bounces forward and flings his arms around him for a hug]
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