[ this is muttered, mostly a little petulant, but he doesn't really mean it. he's more than aware of the effects of a good charm spell.
... he's quiet, for a bit after that, though. just laying here, sprawled on the couch, probably half leaning on emet, eyes closed, hand on his face. it takes a while before he speaks up again: ] Fucking - I promised Buzen I'd meet him whenever he died, take him off to whatever place he had to rest. His whole - he's been through some of the same shit I have. Exists, doesn't exist, all at the same time. How 'm I supposed to guide him off when he kicks it like this?
[ this!!! sucks!!! buzen die when you're supposed to die!!!! ]
[ it just sucks. it sucks not to be able to fulfill that. what good is he, champion of the raven queen, in a place like this? for someone like buzen.
Let's meet again, at the end of everything.
the arm coming up over his shoulder gets him to slump, a little, some of the tension loosening just at the gesture. it's wind coming out of his sails. ]
...Fuck. [ anticlimactic, maybe, but it is what it is. ]
[ he shakes his head, though... that's a good question to ask, actually. especially in buzen's case. what's he supposed to do? ] Guess I never thought about it. They'd probably know, though.
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[ this is muttered, mostly a little petulant, but he doesn't really mean it. he's more than aware of the effects of a good charm spell.
... he's quiet, for a bit after that, though. just laying here, sprawled on the couch, probably half leaning on emet, eyes closed, hand on his face. it takes a while before he speaks up again: ] Fucking - I promised Buzen I'd meet him whenever he died, take him off to whatever place he had to rest. His whole - he's been through some of the same shit I have. Exists, doesn't exist, all at the same time. How 'm I supposed to guide him off when he kicks it like this?
[ this!!! sucks!!! buzen die when you're supposed to die!!!! ]
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Without knowing what becomes of souls, here, I do not think we can say how. I cannot perceive them, if they are present.
[a few moments of quiet, there.]
But neither did I know him that well, myself, to consider such things. Only the other two.
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Let's meet again, at the end of everything.
the arm coming up over his shoulder gets him to slump, a little, some of the tension loosening just at the gesture. it's wind coming out of his sails. ]
...Fuck. [ anticlimactic, maybe, but it is what it is. ]
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a bit of the tension seems to ease out of him too, with the contact. touch week is a hell of a drug.]
We will get through tomorrow. And somehow, we will have to ascertain what becomes of the soul, when one passes here.
Did you happen to ask Shale?
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[ he shakes his head, though... that's a good question to ask, actually. especially in buzen's case. what's he supposed to do? ] Guess I never thought about it. They'd probably know, though.
[ his shale bias. ]
...We gotta find his sword, Buzen's.