[Game 21] Epilogue

[arsgoetia]

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.

Comments

[tenebrat]

... I thought so. I wish they wouldn't be so, and trust us.

[boatsights]

It's not about trust. I wish it could be better for them, too, but they're just—very hurt. The kind that doesn't ever really heal. So all we can do is be ourselves and let them know that we're here for them. Even if we have to do it again and again.

[tenebrat]

[ there's an impression of, like-- wanting to fidget? but its hands are occupied, so it just shifts a bit, looking down at them. ] ... if it does not heal, how do they live?

[boatsights]

You can live around things like that.

[tenebrat]

It seems difficult. ... but it makes sense. For why things are this way. I feel bad?

[boatsights]

Bad . . .?

[tenebrat]

That there are things that will not heal.