[network] Event: Long & Lost [NIGHT 217]

[snowblindmods]

it's been so long between the words we spoke
will you be there up on the shore, I hope

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[bookofnope]

You make it sound as though - [He struggles to put it into words - or rather, to put voice to the words, for all the they seem sickeningly familiar.] As though the hosts of heaven themselves didn't know what God's true will was. As though the prophecies were optional, not an ordained destiny.

[godsspeed]

The prophecies are the clearest guide to His will that we have. They all come to pass. It is only a question of when. They can be delayed or hurried along, but never before has one been entirely broken.

I don't know what would happen if one were broken. [ He has a sense of nameless, all-consuming dread about it, like a man floating on an endless sea, with no land or hope of rescue in sight. But he doesn't actually know what the consequences would be - or if there would be any at all. ]

[bookofnope]

[On his end, Beckett is silent for a long moment as he, also, fights down a swell of terror thinking of prophecies that must and have come true. Could it have been otherwise? Could the foreseen doom of his own world have been averted? He dreads the answer either way.]

Perhaps that is getting ahead of yourself. Perhaps it was merely delayed. A reprieve. Until... another cycle.

[godsspeed]

Once I would have been able to rest secure in the certainty that that was the case.

Now I am unsure. Both as to whether the apocalypse should happen or that it will.

I wish I could go back to being without doubt.

[bookofnope]

[These words hit him at his centre, a staggering feeling. He imagines being without doubt, and the imagining is too keen. It overwhelms all the questions he has left.]

I know, [is all he says, quietly, before closing the feed.]