[Audio]

[angha_firebird]

She's dead.

She's dead.

[A pain-filled sob, abruptly cut off.]

Kloe.

Zhaneel asked me to tell you--she doesn't blame you.

She's dead. [There's disbelief in her tone--a running mantra of horror and pain.]

She said... you are her friend.

And she does not blame you.

[Silence for a moment.]

But she's dead...

Comments

[abstinentzombie]

FUCK!

1/2 lmfao

[abstinentzombie]

She'll come back, right?

[THAT'S HOW THESE PLACES WORK???]

DDDDD:

[angha_firebird]

I don't know.

She'll come back. She has to come back.

We still have to fly together.

Kloe...

She had another message for you.

)8

[abstinentzombie]

What was it?

[helluvachin]

I'm sorry Aara. I'm so sorry.

[It feels like a weak thing to say but there's not much he can say.]

[angha_firebird]

--chariah?

[Her voice is weak and hoarse from crying.]

...

Thank you...

[helluvachin]

At least you were by your friend's side at the end.

[Or at least that's what he's assuming happened.]

[angha_firebird]

[That just reminds her of how painful it was--how the pain has yet to leave her aching heart.]

Zachariah...? What do you do if you promised someone something... or made plans with them... and now...?

[She's lost.]