week 6

[airlockedmods]

[Even with three deaths two weeks in a row, life in the Fantasy Sweet returns to some semblance of normalcy come Sunday morning. The messes are cleaned up, the bodies are safe in the morgue (or in Kip's case, still in a liquor bottle in the garden) and with this new week comes a fresh crop of returning memories.

There is no new floor this week.

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your activity for week 5, submit your memory regains and put in your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[myocordial]

[He absolutely lets her do that. There's not a lot of fight in him right now, so even if he had any objections it wouldn't matter. But he doesn't.

Much as he tried to be alone today, it's... good. To have someone else in the room. It feels so lonely in here now. He takes a seat on his bed without really thinking about it. He's trying not to look too much at Rhys' part of the room.]

Options. [There are. Sure. Isn't that what he'd tried to tell Angel?] I don't know... if I can.

[He says "can", but it sounds an awful lot like it's more about if he "should".]

...If you lost everything, is that what you would do? Simply... go somewhere else?

[goteachother]

[He sits on the bed and she actually settles on his lap, putting them closer to eye to eye, making it easier for her to wrap an arm around him and tuck his head under her chin, holding him. She wonders if anyone's ever done this for him, held him like this. Like her sister used to do for her as a child, like Bubbie did.

The thought just makes her squeeze him tighter.]

You haven't lost everything. You have your memories, you have the feelings you have for your friends. You have the lessons they've taught you.

[Another kiss to his hair. Everything. They can't all be gone, can they? Over a hundred people... Morgana.]

If you've nothing to go back to there's no shame in starting a new life, finding happiness for yourself. [In not going back to die for a fight that is only a principle now. She doesn't dare say it though.]

[myocordial]

[The physical closeness isn't unfamiliar, but it's something... that feels distant now. Both Brain and Medic... they'd been very physically affectionate. With him and him alone, though, not with anyone else. This is different and familiar, nostalgic and painful at the same time...]

Memories, huh...

["I want you to make him smile again."
"Chase is..."

"That was the very last of my strength..."

...He hates that those are the strongest memories right now...]

It's a large void... to fill with just that. I was always meant to... do everything for them. It shouldn't be me left.

[He would have died for any of them, with zero hesitation. Instead, several sacrificed their lives for his sake. It seems so backwards...]

...No. I can't think about that. Starting over... Not until I know how this ends. If there is and ending yet or not. [He'd find out one way or another, whenever all these memories reach their conclusion.] And if there isn't, I first... have to take care of that.

[goteachother]

They thought ya were worth savin, then. And you gotta go on fer them.

[She bites her lip, worried all over again but how can she tell him not to do that.]

Take care of... what, exactly? [Don't say vengeance, please, don't say it. Avenging them, while it's understandable it won't solve anything and will end up getting him killed.]

[myocordial]

[The first part is all too accurate.]

...Hm. I don't... intend to waste their sacrifice.

[He couldn't do that. Not ever. No matter how awful he feels.]

First, the more pressing matter of stopping my creator. Although... I've been here long enough that I assume that has either been taken care of or he's already won. [It still worries him.] Then... Then I have to finish this all.

There is a battle waiting at the end of all this. I've known that for some time. And that hasn't changed.