Week 7

[airlockedmods]

[Well that weekend sucked. The Champions are down a dad and a bean and shrinking their numbers smaller and smaller, less and less.

There's no sign of life in the spaceport aside from PAL's omnipresent voice and SIS, the helpful asSIStant who has some control over certain heres and theres in the spaceport. She (and PAL) are available at all times and can appear anywhere if called. There is, however, a new floor to explore. Just hop in the elevator and pchoo.]


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[motherfucking_ghost]

You said maybe, before, but you'd know more than I would.

Did we cure you?

[burninglight]

Not directly. It's a little complicated, you'll remember soon enough.

But you made me want to be human again. You--everyone, but especially you--pushed me to find the resolve I needed to be something better than the monster I was.

This person only exists because I met you. And no amount of words will express how grateful I am for that.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Yeah. Well. I didn't give up on you even when it would've made sense to. And I kissed you. So. Guess something must've stuck. Good.

[burninglight]

It did. I'm sorry it took so long--I'm lucky you're just crazy enough not to know when to quit.

...So don't start now. I'm going to keep fighting until we're back with the rest of you, and I'm relying on all of you to do the same.

[motherfucking_ghost]

No promises.

[burninglight]

I don't need a promise. And I don't need you to be some perfect reflection of health and sanity, either.

All I ask is that you bend, don't break. This is not and shall never be a 'goodbye', and when next I see you I am never letting you go again.