...who let him even use the network, honestly

[deconsecrate]

[ Travelers, remember when you were recently informed about a terrifyingly organized group of dragons? And how this information was imparted in a manner grave, suitably solemn and noble and stuff?

...this probably won't be anything like that, just as a precaution. ]

Not to interrupt anyone's plans for the evening, but--

[ Hawke does not have any of them fancy image-sharing skills, so you're all just going to have to take his word on this. ]

I probably should let someone know there's herd of dragons on the move here, making a terrible mess of the tournament-grounds between Rivergard & Westgard. Bit bigger than the last ones, although not as many! Thank the Maker for small favors.

Does anyone know what you call a venery of dragons, by the way? I've always wondered*.

*[ no he hasn't ]

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[deconsecrate]

[ ...that's interesting. And a little more relevant than Hawke would like.

On the other hand, he used to think there was a time when his life made sense too. Now he's more or less accepted that was basically the 8th of Never. ]

Funny how it's always the sacrificee saying that. Not the one doing the sacrificing.

[ You'd think that would be up to them, says his ...psychic tone. Not hostile, just ruefully self-aware. So: weirdness bonding indeed! ]

[gangstering]

That's because the one doing the sacrificing is usual some noble idiot who thinks...

[The vehemence does fade from his voice about now, and he sighs quietly, shaking his head.] In my case, well. It's a long story. But she never gave herself enough credit. And I never managed to find the right words.

[So you know, full of regret and atonement and eyepatches.]

ugh this thread got totally lost FOR WHICH I APOLOGIZE it's really interesting

[deconsecrate]

[ Hawke ...kind of knows that feeling actually. Without the eyepatches. ]

The noble idiot thinks the sacrifice they're making is worth it, in my experience.

[ Is he the noble idiot? Has he just known and loved a few? It's hard to say from this angle; most truthfully the answer is that he can't tell one from the other anymore. ]

You might get your chance here, you know. What'll you say if you do?

[ It's an astonishingly moment of heartfelt not-nonsense! Seize it and beat it to death--or. Um. Use it to talk, if that's what you're into. ]

<3 no worries!

[gangstering]

Yeah. They think that...

[He's sure Peko thought that, but she thought a lot of things that weren't entirely true -- that she was just a tool for his use, that she owed his family that much that she wasn't her own person.

Though hold the phone for just a moment.]

What do you mean I might get my chance here?

ty ty <3

[deconsecrate]

Our hosts don't seem to care much for the rules of possibility, I've noticed.

[ The probability of, say, duplicates ...or dead people ...or two Hijikatas...at least one of these concerns Hawke. ]

[gangstering]

Rules of possibility... That isn't. It's not just an off chance they'll choose someone I know. I have a classmate here. It's just... Peko is dead.

[Dead and gone, as far as he knows. Surely that puts her beyond their reach... doesn't it?]

[deconsecrate]

I don't think you'd be the first to have that particular impression shattered.

[ He sounds neutral enough, but ...he's been paying attention, and that idea alternately thrills and terrifies. What would he say, exactly, if the same thing happened to him? 'Sorry I failed you, but don't worry, Mother made sure to instill plenty of guilt'?

....possibly. Possibly he'd say exactly that. Oh. ]

[gangstering]

...they can bring the dead to this place?

[Is that what he's getting at? Even Kuzuryuu's mental voice almost trembles to put it to words. If Peko were here, alive again, if he could tell her the things he'd been too scared and stupid to say before.

It's an overwhelming thought, one that has his heart seizing to a stop painfully in his chest before it trips over itself to start beating once more.]

Can that really happen?