[network] @ADMIN; Obituary [DAY 414]

[snowblindmods]

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

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[averytinyparticle]

[Quark can think of a few things to say, but all of them are negative. All of them are reminders of the grim reality that waits for the two of them, in some manner of another, either in Norfinbury or back home in their tortured games. He looks up at her, his eyes intent, as if he's trying to read something in her expression, and then decides not to say anything.

He let's go of her hand, but only so, instead, he can pull her into a hug.]

We'll make it. We're really strong, all of us.

[plaguenurse]

[Diana isn't entirely aware of Quark's intent staring at first, preoccupied with the troubling thought of quantifying the pain of others. She glances over in time to catch a glimpse of his expression before he hugs her.

A smile breaks the gloom on her face and she wraps her arms gently around Quark.] Yeah. We're getting really close! I'm sure once everyone wakes up, it won't be much longer until we can fix everything.

[averytinyparticle]

Yeah, and then...

[And then they'll probably never see each other again, will they? Where ever he chooses to go, if there's even a choice at all, it'll end badly, won't it> He hugs her tighter.]

Everyone is going to be so happy!

[plaguenurse]

[And then, Diana, Quark, and Junpei will all have to go back to their death games. They might be happy afterwards. They might not.

But she has to believe that if they work together, they will be. She has to.

Diana's grip tightens a little too. She's grateful that Quark can't see her face from here.] Of course. We're going to earn our happy ending. We deserve it.

[She doesn't.

But she has to believe.]

[averytinyparticle]

[Quark counts to ten in his head. After ten, he'll be in control again. There won't be any radical six to worry about, any bombs, poisonings, or hard decisions. They won't all be well, but they'll be able to handle anything that comes their way. Finally, he loosens his grip, remaining close.]

For now, though, is there anything I can do to help? There are so many people to look after right now, so I want to do everything I can.