Week 5

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[As with the weeks before, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to something resembling normalcy with shocking efficiency. The second floor rest area and Adventure Zone Death Orb Room are spotless again, the demon glitter has been vacuumed, the deflated orbs have been replaced. It's like none of it ever happened, like three more friends aren't dead and stored away in the guest house morgue.

There's a new floor to explore, their "reward" for a job well done.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 4, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[Though Angel cringed as his description drew on, she hardly looked surprised. This was a story she heard before, one that she had already reacted to. She did, however, summon the energy to stumble over to him, to take his hand into hers and squeeze it.]

I'm sorry.

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[ He squeezes her hand lightly. Rhys manages a tiny, shaky, but genuine smile. ]

Hey, it's... definitely not your fault.

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I... I know. But no one should ever have to... [And Jack being her father...]

Someone from this bloodline should apologize, I think

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Yeah, but... you shouldn't have to feel guilty for anything he did.

... But. Thanks.

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Of... of course.

[Ugh, how does she even have this talk.]

It... is not forgiveness for their deaths, or a way of absolving your guilt but... Jack would have done far worse to both you and everyone else, had he remained in control.

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[ He can't deny she makes a good point. ]

Yeah. Like... making a million other Jacks. [ He gives her hand a squeeze. ] ... Thanks, Angel. I'm pretty lucky I have you to, you know. Talk sense into me.

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Yeah. You too.

[She didn't feel any better about anything, but at least Rhys seemed to. She squeezed his hand back, feeling comforted if not by her own relief, than by Rhys's.]