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[omniavincit]

WILLIAM

WARDEN OF THE S.F.S. PEREGRINE

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[omniavincit]

Sometimes people come back. It's rare, exceedingly rare, but it happens.

Sometimes they don't come back the same.

But mostly this is it.

[smugreport]

What, do they come back with an extra face? A tail?


[ He's joking...but only because what else do you do in the face off all this existential shit? Because while "but if you go back there, you're just gone" goes unsaid, Rhys is picking up on it. ]

I don't even know how he died. Or how I died. It couldn't have been





I mean it was just a hit to the head?


[ ooooh. fuck. ]

[omniavincit]

I figured him for an OD. But maybe not.

I tried talking to him but he didn't want to think about it.

What happened to you?

[smugreport]

A hit to the head, apparently.


[ There's a long pause as Rhys writes and re-writes his next message. ]


It wasn't personal, the whole 'knocking you unconscious' part of the plan. I'm sorry you ended up being collateral damage. I didn't want to kill you or anything.

[omniavincit]

You can look me in the eye before you bash me over the head but not when you apologize? Fuck you. That's worth nothing.

Keep on feeling like shit. You are.