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| [Honestly, since Magilou is off drying herself and thus Lief has yet to get his cloak back (not that he's in any hurry, really), he's pretty damn cold, but.
Well, he almost doesn't feel it right now.
He knew Fie was likely going to die; she had to. They had both known it, when he'd held her and told her he didn't hate her, even now. Still, he didn't want to be the one to find her body, or to have to drag it as if it meant nothing because—
... Because though he knew his promise to Yona was a pathetic one—one he didn't have the power to keep—he was starting to hope, this week, that perhaps he could.
So, anyway. He's freezing and, fingers digging into the trunk, he's just going to bang his forehead against the nearest tree, once but hard.] | |
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| [The snow and wind are definitely picking up now, and yet, shivering underneath his cloak, Lief sets out to find one more person.
He's tired, and knowing that Jacopo and the others believe in him makes him that much more terrified of failure—while another part of him wonders, would it really matter? He's not the center of this story, after all. His existence in this "game" is expendable.
... Bellamy's isn't. Though he may not have a role, he's the tie that binds so many of them together.
As soon as Lief finds him—alone—he says, quietly,]
Are we dreaming? | |
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| [Perhaps it should wait. Bellamy—Lief doesn't know what his emotional state is, but he knows it likely won't be good. He can feel his own deteriorating, hastened by yet another week in which he must worry over Prussia, but he shoves that aside. No matter what, he at least has to remain calm.
And time isn't on their side, so perhaps it shouldn't wait.
Thus, after he's made his rounds, Lief sets out in search of Bellamy.
This isn't going to be a pleasant conversation for many reasons, and though it may be his own paranoia that poisons his thoughts, all Lief can do is hope that at the end of it, he and Bellamy will still be friends.] | |
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| [Things are getting even more difficult, but they're all trying their best—at least, Lief hopes they are.
This time, he doesn't have any kind of speech to make, since he's among friends for the most part. Instead, simply,]
Our deadline [until DEATH] is steadily approaching, and though I have no doubt that many of us are consulting with one another in private, perhaps it is prudent to speak as a larger group as well.
With that said, what do we do now that we know the objectives of the Sirens and the Wickies? | |
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| [This letter has been disposed of.
The paper seems as though it came from a certain journal, if you're perceptive. It looks like it was torn in half, but the other half isn't with it. The writing looks like this.]Bellamy,
ENDO FTHI RDWE EKAS IWRI TETH ISIP RAYI HAVE NOTH ADTO LIES INCE THEN IFIH AVEI AMSO SORR YICO ULDN OTBE THEP ERSO NYOU HADF AITH IN
IFYO UARE READ INGT HISI AMDE ADIM AYHA VEBE ENBE TRAY EDMA GILO UIST RUST WORT HYSE EKHE ROUT IFSH EISA LIVE MYPA RTNE RCAN BETR USTE DTOO
VRIS KAIS ASIR ENSH ESAI DSHE WANT EDTO ENDG AMEW ITHO UTMA SSAC RESO UGHT MYHE LPIB ELIE VEDI NHER COOP ERAT IONO FROL EISN ECES SARY TODE TERM INET RUTH
BUTM YFAI THMA YHAV EBEE NMIS PLAC EDIH OPEI TISW ORTH YWIT HYOU ITIS UPTO YOUI AMSO RRYM YFRI END
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| [Well, that was a fun day for everyone.
But 'sup, Bellamy. Sometime later, Lief's seeking him out to make sure he didn't go 100% martyr and refuse to be looked at. At least, because some people (namely, Fie) are a tad intimidating, Lief's been patched up, his left arm in a makeshift sling.]
How is your eye? | |
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| [Lief swears he made an honest attempt to return to his hut after the trial, but.
Anyway, in between the longhouse and the huts, Bellamy might just happen to find Lief planted face first into the sand, with Filli futilely trying to nudge his head. Hi.] | |
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