Twentieth Unused Utility Belt | Video, voice, possibly spam

[hellofist]

[For anyone who was on the Barge for Christmas, this sight might be a familar one. Cass, alone in a bed in a blank room. No tears this time, just a haunted, lost kind of expression.]

Merlin is gone.

[She opens her mouth to say something else, but nothing comes. What is she supposed to say? That the person she loves most in the entire world is just gone and she didn't get to say goodbye? That she's terrified because she might not ever get to see him again? That she's sorry maybe, for all the people who love him and won't see him either. She switches the feed to just audio because it's easier that way.]

He might come back. He... did last time. Didn't remember things, but... he was back. That was... was what counted. So I guess... we just wait.

[She can do that. She can focus on him coming back, she has to.]

That's... that's all.

[Now things cut off completely. Should anyone happen to be passing by Merlin's now empty room, it might be possible to hear crying inside. Looks like she didn't manage to keep it together after all.]

Comments

[youwillgotohell]

What counts is that he left.

[And she is so hideously torn over that, wants to be glad he's gone and hope it's for good - but as far as she's concerned, he left of his own free will, and she still can't. It's the last thing he was capable of that she wasn't, and she's not interested in protecting Cass from that anger.]

[hellofist]

[Cass is torn, too. She knows that as bad as this is for some, as sad as it is, for Morgana it must be a blessing. It's never been particularly easy to balance a friendship with Morgana and a relationship with Merlin, but this is new.

Not entirely unexpected, though.]

Yes. In... different ways, for us. Will things be easier, now?

whoops all this is voice

[youwillgotohell]

[She snorts at that, derisive; she hasn't spoken to Merlin in months, has done her best to forget he was here (not that she could), but she's so angry that he's gone now.]

Sure. They'll be easier with him gone. [With him off living somewhere. It feels like a slap in the face: her killer goes free, and she doesn't even know if he ever asked the Admiral to save Aithusa.]

voice I FIGURED

[hellofist]

[Even though she can't see it, Cass nods. This reaction makes sense.]

What will you do?

[youwillgotohell]

Throw a party. [Be horribly bitter and stew or something, more like.]