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Who: Knuckle, Open
Where: Where ever! He's wandering a bit
When: Night 004
What: Knuckle wakes up no longer dead.... AGAIN!
Warnings: Grotesque amounts of pure uncensored derpfluff.

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Hallway outside her room

[was_a_hunter]

Mary had spent days just reading the margins in the bible, learning more about Knuckle than she ever thought she would...that poor man. He was so similar to her, his tragic past, his self loathing for things that happened in the past... Running a hand over her face, she paused as she heard someone in the hallway.

Standing from her bed, she left the bible open as she went to see who it was. Easing her door open, she froze as she saw Knuckle...he was back. It didn't take more than a second for it to truly click; once it did, she threw open her door and she ran forward to throw her arms around his neck. The dust didn't matter, she'd wash. What mattered was that he was back at last and she could see him again.

She had been so worried when he wasn't there when she returned. She knew he'd likely died, but it wasn't something she was ready to believe.

"I'm so sorry..."

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Knuckle almost stumbles back, and it takes him a moment to realize what's going on, but once he sees who it is, he more than happily returns the hug. Finally, they could both return the gesture after being subjected to one horrible event after another. He found that he couldn't wipe the smile off his face now. This somehow felt like this was the mark of the end of all that tragedy.

"Mary!" He doesn't separate from the hug, or even bother pulling back as he spoke, this position was fine. This moment was far too precious to end too quickly. "Oh thank the lord you're alright!"

[was_a_hunter]

She hadn't been able to properly hug him since before they were kidnapped. All that she'd wanted when she was in that cell was someone to hold her and she was finally getting it...and they were both okay. That was all that mattered anymore.

"I was so worried when you weren't there when I came back...I should have stayed with you or distracted them...I could have cut myself and distracted them." She hadn't tried to outrun them yet, not when she was perfectly capable of running fast.

She didn't have to run far, just to a safe room. It was possible and it would have saved him.

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He hushed her as she started to try and go through all the 'woulda coulda shouldas' of the event.

"Now, now, where would that have gotten either of us? You could have been hurt, or killed, I would have remained in that wretched state, or killed off anyway. All things considered it was more pleasant than the first time I perished. Besides, I would say the end result wasn't all that bad." He hugs her just a bit tighter to demonstrate that his arms are no longer broken, then he finally pulls back to see her face and give her his trademark bright smile. "What happened, is past. It's simply God's will."