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Who: anyone
When: day 57, afternoon
Where: anywhere it's a mingle

[This is a mingle but there is a comment in a Chain Chat to the whole train!]

Rean: A while ago some of us were discussing a festival where every team puts on a production, game, booth, whatever, maybe based around team bonds or interests.

What do people think? Maybe it's a good time to to talk about it again?

[Feel free to discuss with each other! Or just mingle as usual.]

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I know he's not far. He's never far, he doesn't want to risk it-

[Breathing is getting heavy, his hands on her shaking.]

Always sending the counselor and newbies and someone telling me to forget like I can...

He is very far away. Gone. He cannot hurt you anymore, here.

[unless he shows up one day, in which case, whoops, but for now, that much rings true.]

He can't hurt me anymore. [There is something very Final in how he says it.]

But I can hurt him. He has to pay, he has to-

You cannot hurt him from here, Dusk-han. He is not here, he won't hurt anyone else. No one will stand for it.

[He laughs, a bitter, hysterical laugh.]

Because his previous victims were protected so well.

He is not here. He will not hurt anyone else, but you also cannot hurt him. Things can be better now, if you want them to be.

Do you?

I want revenge for what he did to my friends, to Carolina, to Washington, to me-

...Epsilon?

I know what they did.

I know everything and they're going to lock us up because they can't kill us until they know, the assholes!

No one is going to lock you up. You have friends, here. Even now. No one is going to kill you, no one is going to hurt you! The Director and his ilk are not here.

[she'll say it as many times as she needs to.]

[His grip on her loosens.]

Friends here...?

[And he laughs and it's definitely not a Sane one, but it's tired now. So very tired.]

Don't lie...we got left behind...

You have so many of them here, no one is going to leave you behind. No one is going to abandon you.

They did.

When I was too much trouble, they left me behind...even though they had to know....know it wasn't safe.

Your friends are in this together with you, that will not happen again. They are not the type to do that.

I thought that too....

I thought they'd come, everytime the counselor brought up their actions, I thought....

[He thought maybe they were looking for him.]

[But no one came, did they? He works with Maine and Carolina later, but somewhere in the middle, it's just the Reds and Blues.]

The Reds and Blues were between.....between working with Maine and Carolina....

[And now his eyes are starting to clear.]

I got out on my own.

Something could have happened, but...I am sorry.

[even if it did, it's not going to make him feel less abandoned. Those feelings are still valid.]

I fooled him.

The counselor. [He's just kind of sitting on her now, grip loose.] I lied and pretended he was manipulating me until I could get what I wanted out of him...

Very clever of you.

[she files a note of that away automatically, she cannot help it.]

But you got out. That is what is most important.

No.

Destroying them is. Hurting them. That's most important....

It's all that was left.

That is not going to happen for some time, if it ever does. There is nothing left of them right now.

Of course there is.

Always is.

That's....that's why...Temple.... [Frowning, eyes still hazy, but it seems like his brain is starting to try and engage with further information.]

No. It is only us right now. Everyone on the Aurora and the prince and his cohort.

[u gotta let this go, maybe?]

What about the temple?

Temple.....Temple wanted to kill Freelancers...he was killing them for something we did.

What Carolina did. Locked us in..... [closing his eyes and trembling because too close, too close to being locked up]

You are free now.

[hopefully, that reminder will help]

It was...it was after...it was years...years...

[A pained sound and he just kind of curls forward, head on the floor besides her, a hand braced on the other side of hers, the other gripping his head.]

Fuck.