The relationship between talent and management is uneasy at best.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

Wednesday, the 24th of SeptemberI'd planned to see Management sooner, but there was Lucien. I still feel strange every time I think about him. That he isn't coming back like I did

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[managexcolo]

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. Tick-tock, life's a clock. Time is ticking on, and we have business to attend to, away from Excolo. We have lost another member of our family, and what have we gained? We have made our own advancements, and our friend has given us little.

- Hark! A knock. We let him wait a little spell of time, and the door slides open.

[tezcatl_ipoca]

The door opens at last. I look into the dimness. It can't be as bad as my nightmares, when everyone dreamed awake, so I step in. The ache that pulled me back to Excolo is humming in my bones, and it hurts.

I clear my throat a bit. "Uh."

[managexcolo]

A boy and not a boy; a god stuffed into a child-man's body, and somewhat diminished. Yet sounding, sounding in the deeps, the old roll of dawn and dusk, far and near.

"Ome Acatl."

A smell of water, the rustle of wind through reeds, and then silence.

"Why have you come?"

[tezcatl_ipoca]

The hair is standing up on my neck. He's named me, and it brings old memories up out of the dark. I'm sweating under my arms and down my back, though I'm not warm.

"A long time ago," I say, my voice sounding thin compared to theirs, "we made a bargain, you and I." I know that much. The details are lost. "How can it be unmade?"