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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.]
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.]
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21/8/13 05:22 (UTC)You're allowed to be a mess about it, you know. I mean, you're right, and I'm all for hoping. But it's still awful and you don't - have to be strong about everything.
[Everything about her is soft big-sister curves of motion, like she wants to sweep Cass into her lap and stroke her hair, because she does. She remembers when Wanda was still young enough to be hurt - though never surprised - by Magneto's coldness, and all those instincts are bubbling back up.]