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Who: Noric Pellaeon and Xavier Elder
Where: the Sacred City
When: Year 199 - 20?
What: The End

[getting up to finally look at Noric's things]

[there isn't much. his old Orion knife, still in its sheath. his Ophiuchus one, alongside it. his vambraces. and his amulet, which has rusted since this morning.]

[kicks the table, letting them spill onto the floor]

[they clatter down on the stone tiles.]

[looks at it disdainfully]

[...]

[glares at it before striding out of the room]

[Emain isn't around, so you make it outside without anyone noticing.]

[breathing heavily, struck by guilt, leaving Noric there, not being able to do anything, all alone now]

[the night street is empty.]

[feels the passing emotions, worry, affection, fear, calm]

[he hates it all]

[but you can't stop them. they'll never stop, because they'll keep on living. regardless of how you feel about them.]

[he can't go back home, he won't, he refuses to go back to that empty place]

[with the table he bargained for. the chairs he finished. the food preparation that's still there. the bed that's still unmade, because he hasn't made it in months.

the garden you worked on. the half-finished parchment, mostly full of crossed out beginnings of a book. the small shelf you picked up from a trash heap, thinking you might be able to fill it eventually. the book he gave you.]

[rubs his face of sweat]

[what will you do?]

[he doesn't know]

[time goes on, however long you stand there.]

[going back to the Healers, to Noric's ... room]

[everything is as you left it.]

[surveys it]

I'm... I think I'm leaving. Somewhere. Anywhere it's quiet. ... Sorry.

[...]

So... we can't go to Cepheus, I'm afraid.

[...]

[touches Noric's arm through the sheet]

Goodbye.

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