[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.

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[tenebrat]

I understand and recognize that my reactions were not at all helpful. It was not intentional, but thinking about it, I find it somewhat cruel to have necessitated your help so often when you were under so very much pressure, just from being in that place. [ a pause, staring at the cup thoughtfully before speaking again ] I do not-- mean to. It will be better in the future, or at least I will do my very best, but I do not-- have not been hurt. There is not much that is capable of causing me pain, in the first place, and the things that have are not... fond memories, of course? I am not entirely sure how much control I have, over this sort of thing, but I want to get better. I do not want to put you in a position where you must give so much of yourself you are in danger of dying because of my inability to keep myself under control, again.