Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

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[sleight_of_fate]

[The funny thing is, Rhys doesn't even believe in God. Not the "Big G" sort.

But he tries to believe in some kind of light, something beyond. At least for the good people. He already knows what's waiting for him after he dies, and there's comfort in knowing, even if it's not Elysium.

Maybe he'll get to hang out with some virtuous pagans from time to time. That would be cool by him.]

I stopped believing in God a long time ago, traded it in for all the little gods we make for ourselves, but...gotta be a light somewhere.

I've seen enough to know that.

[warriorscribe]

There is.

[There's something soothing in being able to confidently say something, anything, to someone here. Something that tells him he is, in this, able to even have that confidence still.]

And if whatever you believe encourages you to make yourself as much like that light as possible, it doesn't matter what form it takes.

[sleight_of_fate]

[It's funny, he supposes. Knowing there's a light, but that it's not for him.

But there's still something.

Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night.

]

Sorry. M'kinda tired.

But you're right. And I appreciate it.

Anything we can hold onto here is important.

[warriorscribe]

Anything...

[Like, maybe, the will to resist. He can only manage a weak shoulder check into the unyielding barrier, and he drops to his knees. His mind hasn't given up, but his body needs more time than it is willing to give.]

...We're all tired. We- we don't have far to go. If we can escape Miller now, we don't have far to go.