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[never_king]

It's a sunny afternoon in this part of the Nexus, specifically the garden in front of Will and Bran's tower. Will is mowing the lawn, away in the far corner, far enough to have passed out of earshot some time ago. All Bran can hear of him is the whirr of the old push-mower, and he is half dozing beneath the shade of the single apple tree, idly

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[northseaflotsam]

Things being what they are, of course someone does; a familiar, if evidently preoccupied, someone at that, walking a little uneasily, as if the T-shirt sits too lightly on his shoulders. It's one of those days.

[never_king]

"Told me the answer to all my problems was to kill myself. Then suggested I was morbid and suicidal." Bran scoffs. "Should have given Will that one too, but I was complaining about him at the time, so."

[northseaflotsam]

Mordred is amused. "Next time give him to me, I'm here to tell him it doesn't work."

[never_king]

"Her," Bran says. "And I think she's heard that argument. She mentioned that with reincarnation, sometimes you've got to keep trying." He shakes his head. "How is Clarissant then? And everyone else." There's an odd pause before the everyone else.

[northseaflotsam]

"She's fine. Mad as hell, but that's nothing new." He shrugs. "Who else did you have in mind?"

[never_king]

"Well. I, well. Found your son last week. Melou. He's um -- well he's looking for you. I told him he should talk to you first --" AWKWARD.

[northseaflotsam]

Mordred pales a little. "....Did you."

[never_king]

Bran nods. "Well, I know that maybe I should have talked to you first but -- well, I like him a lot. And he needs to talk to someone right now and like Will says, we don't actually know a lot about what it was like back then, and if there is anyone who could help him right now --" Bristly! "So he's looking for you."

[northseaflotsam]

He sits down a little abruptly. "Not his brother?"

[never_king]

Bran blinks. "I don't think his brother is here."

[northseaflotsam]

A long pause. "How old is he?"

[never_king]

"I don't know. Maybe a year or two older than me? It's hard to tell because you're all so short."

[northseaflotsam]

Well, that breaks the mood, at least. Mordred gives a small explosive laugh and rests his head in his hands. "Jesu."

[never_king]

"Anyway," Bran says. "He's got a lot to deal with right now, quite apart from finding himself in a multi-dimensional Nexus." There, that should bring the mood right back. Thank you, Bran, you are so helpful.

[northseaflotsam]

He looks up, curiously calm now. "They died. They both died, Bran, before they were twenty, through my fault."

[never_king]

Bran scowls furiously at his feet. "If he stays here, he doesn't have to."