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[coughcoughshank]

Tian-sama is gone.

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[crimson_seeker]

[The brush rests on the page for a long moment.]

Thank you for telling us.

Is there anything you need?

[coughcoughshank]

No.

[A pause, and then-]

Thank you.

[crimson_seeker]

And anything you'd want? Solitude or company? Truth, now, my friend.

[coughcoughshank]

[There's kind of a long pause before a reply comes]

Solitude right now. Company later, maybe.

[crimson_seeker]

Right. Let me know, then.

[coughcoughshank]

Of course.

[crimson_seeker]

I don't fully know what would be proper for him, but I will do what I can, here.

[coughcoughshank]

I don't know either, really.

[crimson_seeker]

And how would we? He was like neither of us, in the end.

[coughcoughshank]

No. But perhaps more like you than me.

[There's a long pause, and a few ink drips]

I hope he got to go home.

[crimson_seeker]

Perhaps.

If I could pray, I would pray for that. For all that have gone, but for him as well.

[coughcoughshank]

Me too.