tis the day for canon updating

[sharpasafawkes]

[Today shaun's got a glass tube filled with water and he's testing it. A small glowing rock is also nearby in a dish. This can only lead to good things]

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[sharpasafawkes]

I have no idea, but I'm going to try and go back before that. In fact since I already know the information we need, I'm going to go back further before Desmond starts being so bad off.

[maleborgia]

Good. Do that. Write everything you need down, in as permanent and clear a manner as you can. Tell others if you need to.

[sharpasafawkes]

I will, I just don't want to...

Cesare, I don't even know what happened, one moment I was talking to Rebecca, and the next Desmond and Lucy were on the ground and she was bleeding.

[maleborgia]

Tell me everything you saw.

[sharpasafawkes]

[Going into every detail, the joy of finally having the answer, the joking around with Rebecca and Lucy and Desmond, the feeling of being so close and aren't you so glad it's all over, the feeling that once, just once everything was okay and things would turn out fine.

... And then in one moment everything being ruined, the panic, the yelling, the desperation and trying to get everyone to safety and oh god, oh god, what on earth happened. And then, eventually and after what seemed like forever, being rescued.

Then it's all the rationalizations, the "calm down Shaun"'s, the infuriatingly logical explanations about how and why and "necessary sacrifices". and then he goes quiet.]

[maleborgia]

*listens quietly to all of this, not saying anything right away when it becomes clear that Shaun has finished*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Not saying anything to be honest, just trying to internalize like hell and not let too much out. He's British, he can do this, really.]

[maleborgia]

*slinging his arm around (like a bro!!1) and nudging him*

We'll think of a way.

[sharpasafawkes]

[There's a bit of a smile there, it's small and pained, but it's still a smile]

We will, I'm not going to let it happen again.

[maleborgia]

Of course you won't.

[sharpasafawkes]

I still don't know how to tell Desmond, or even if I should.

[maleborgia]

*and taking his arm off*

Tell him. As much as you think you can. There is no sense in giving him something he cannot deal with, but you also should not keep it from him.

[sharpasafawkes]

[nodding]

Right, I'll do that, I'll see how well he's dealing with things first-

Lord, this sort of thing is why they kept what happened to them from me, isn't it?

[maleborgia]

Yes.

[sharpasafawkes]

I owe Desmond an apology... well, to say the least. Not for putting the ill girl in my bed though.

[maleborgia]

*nods* That you do.

[sharpasafawkes]

Cesare, am I really a murderer for this?

[maleborgia]

That is perhaps too strong a word. Am I a murderer for not hiring a man, knowing that all men need money to provide for themselves? No, you are not a murderer, but you are an accomplice as much as any man. Your situation is worse because you cannot hide your victim behind a veil of anonymity. Your guilt does not mean you are the one to blame. It simply means that you are not given the same luxury as most.

There are extra rooms available at the consulate. You will spend the night there.

[sharpasafawkes]

Thanks Cesare, Desmond will know something's wrong if I don't make the attempt to sleep in the cabin a few times, but I'd rather spend the night at the consulate.

[maleborgia]

You told me he gave away your bed. Tell him I offered a place to stay until it is available once again.

[sharpasafawkes]

I'll pass it on, turns out that I'm rubbish at repairs though, so is a bit of cooking and cleaning fine enough to stay?

[maleborgia]

*briefly considers telling him there is no need, but having something to keep you busy might be a good thing...*

That should be fine. Do you need to pick up anything or shall we go directly?

[sharpasafawkes]

No, I think I'm fine, I brought the bag with me in case I wanted to sleep in the barn.

[maleborgia]

*and leading the way!*

Turnbull will enjoy himself. He likes entertaining, even if it is only to serve dinner to a friend. You can cook some other time. Let him have his fun tonight.

*that might also be read as "take it easy. I know you're only pretending to be okay and, frankly, you're not even doing a particularly good job of it."*

[sharpasafawkes]

[just letting himself be herded, really]

If you're sure, I don't want to be a bother.