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[whitecityson]

There's no reason to visit the Nexus, no real need to be here. Events are coming to fruition in Brian's world: dark, cthonic forces are on the move once more, and the forces of good are assembling for one last, final battle. No one can foresee the outcome

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[rhyfelgri]

By December, Enfys is still wearing the engagement ring of a man she's never going to be able to marry and so busy that most of the time she just forgets to hurt. She hasn't paused in the nexus longer than it takes to get from one place to another for months (since Before, which has a capital in her head and never anything else because she knows what comes After and doesn't need reminding), sending her letters to Derrick or Fred through the post there and walking through portals from Valdis to Ossus and back again. There is so much she has to do, and she does it, with a new tattoo on her wrist and Betrys not yet born and the sculpture that Garion sent sitting on her writing desk unanswered.

Today would probably be one of those same days if it weren't for the fact that she sees a ghost and feels like the air's just been sucked out of her lungs.

"Oh, fuck you, nexus," she says, looking up just so she doesn't have to look at.

[whitecityson]

Sitting around trying to think, trying to remember the sound of someone's voice is not supposed to result in that sound manifesting before you. All six foot and a bit of Brian jumps up, ready for the next trick, but what he's not ready for what he sees before him.

He looks, then thinks about walking away. He actually does for a minute, talking about six strides away in the opposite direction. Until he remembers how he wishes he could have kissed her one last time, joked with her one last time, told her he--

He's takes those steps back, more prepared for this (or so he thinks). And then he really looks at her, taking in the very obvious bump of her stomach, the distress, the --is that his grandmother's ring?

"This. This isn't even fair." As if the universe is capable of dealing a low blow.

[rhyfelgri]

In this place, 'be careful what you wish for' is taken to whole new extremes. Enfys stares at him with an expression that's a hundred different internal reactions all at once, and after a tight silence she says, "Yeah, well, it's sort of a bitch from this side of things, too."

[whitecityson]

His arms cross; uncross to gesture slightly. Cross again. "Obviously."

A hand frees itself again to ruffle his hair and then, finally, he sits back down, gripping onto the seat of the bench until his knuckles turn white. It's something to do, something to focus on.

Finally, he manages, "I can leave. If you want me to."