ENDGAME

[fuckyou_chorus]

[time shifts, and all of your variant wounds have healed and faded away. And missing people could well have returned! Furthermore, rather suddenly, you are all sat at a table. A long table, dressed for a party, with food for a party. The head chair is empty, but after a moment, the Lion Tamer materialises into it. (And this conversation has gone on

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[dandelioned]

[she is sitting in that same chair again, just out of the light, her face invisible]

... Oh. Oh.

[dandelioned]

And the children themselves.

[dandelioned]

They wish to run the game, did you know?

[dandelioned]

Oh! That is unexpected; they used to be so content merely watching.

[dandelioned]

It is likely due to the Monsieur's more recent failings.

[dandelioned]

How remarkable. If they wish to play games, too, I wonder what that will mean for the rest of it.

[dandelioned]

I do not know.