[network] @ADMIN; Obituary [DAY 344]

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We mourn the loss of those who have died in the time between the last announcement and this one:

Vanitas
Hannibal Lecter
Junpei Tenmyouji
Beckett

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[warriorscribe]

[He hasn't been okay for a long while now, unfortunately.]

I knew something would happen to him...it always does, always has.

[What else can he say? What does he even have the right to say, really? He'd let Beckett go and do this instead of pressing the issue. And while he knows that was the right thing to do, to let him discover where his boundaries were anymore and not stifle him...]

I don't know. There's still hope, it's still early. But I knew-...

[Give him a moment, his mind is stuck on this one thing.]

[zunesareawesome]

[Peter doesn't hold any love for Beckett, but he does feel for Enoch right now.]

He'll be back. You think the town can hold him down? Please.

[warriorscribe]

[Peter, he appreciates it. But the town can hold anyone down he's sure.]

I...I hope so. I have to hope so. I still- [his voice breaks, and in that second he loses sight of what he was trying to say. There's so much he still has unresolved, it feels like.]

I've owed him a drink for months.

[zunesareawesome]

And that's exactly why he's coming back.

[He can't really offer much more help than that, except as a small positive voice in the sea of hopelessness. And he's already tired of all the hopelessness he himself's been carrying.]

[warriorscribe]

I hope so...

[He wonders if that sense of trading his soul away was real at all. It sure feels like a part of him could die forever if Beckett did.

But that's nothing new, after all.]

Have you ever- have you ever cared for anyone so deeply that-...

...I can't describe it. [He breathes out the tiniest of laughs.] Have you ever cared for anyone so deeply it defied all words?

[zunesareawesome]

[There's a long pause.]

Absolutely, yeah.

Sometimes it's an unspoken thing. Maybe it doesn't need words, but you both just...know.

[warriorscribe]

It can be for the longest time.

[How long had it been before one of them - himself, he's sure - had finally said how important the other was to them? And even then, it hadn't been enough - there was always, always more to say. There still was.]

...Do you think it's important that these unspoken things not remain unsaid forever? That they be affirmed?

[zunesareawesome]

...I used to think that it was a good idea not to say anything, then...stuff happened, and yeah.

They need to be said.

[warriorscribe]

I agree.

[He needed to hear someone else say it, though. He can't trust his own thoughts. Not when he's seeing specters in every shadow. There were demons that hid in the shadows the way he's seeing. He knows they aren't here. If they were, the angels would be.]

I'm sorry, for what happened to you.

[His grief? No, clearly it's more important that he handle this hint of someone else's first.]

[zunesareawesome]

It's...it's fine, actually. It's working out better than I thought. I think. Still not sure exactly how unspoken is unspoken but--

--never mind.

Anyway, don't lose your chance, okay?

[warriorscribe]

And I'll never know when I've truly taken my chance entirely.

[There's sort of a resigned sound to it, but he's clearly somewhat calmer now.]

I should...see to the others. Thank you, Peter.

[zunesareawesome]

Yeah...well, good luck, okay?

[He genuinely means that.]

Stay warm, man.