Forty Seven
[Wybie found himself upside down in a bush in the garden on his return to the castle. To say it’s been a week of suck would be an understatement, so he’s decided to run to the one place where he knows he’s absolutely, without question, SAFE.
Yeah. That idea didn’t work. He’s just sitting on the floor across from what was Rorschachs room, his chin resting on his knees as he tries desperately not to cry. He’ll still dictate miserably into the journal. Avoiding facing the music is no longer an option]
For anyone who cares, Rorschach’s gone home.
[Friends]
I’m sorry. I didn’t... it was like I was watching it and I couldn’t stop it happening. Like a... I’m sorry.
Yeah. That idea didn’t work. He’s just sitting on the floor across from what was Rorschachs room, his chin resting on his knees as he tries desperately not to cry. He’ll still dictate miserably into the journal. Avoiding facing the music is no longer an option]
For anyone who cares, Rorschach’s gone home.
[Friends]
I’m sorry. I didn’t... it was like I was watching it and I couldn’t stop it happening. Like a... I’m sorry.