week 6, sunday

[vigilantics]

[ it's much later in the evening when steph goes looking to talk to one of the crafters. she really does not care which one at this point because this day has been horrific, but as soon as the door appears, she's walking right through it. ]

Hello?

Comments

[vigilantics]

[ oh that's... interesting. steph wasn't expecting tiger to struggle like that. ]

But... if somehow else managed to leave the war... maybe you guys can too?

[themodsgrimm]

It doesn't matter if we do. Everyone is gone now.

[...]

I remember that much, at least.

[vigilantics]

... can I ask who "everyone" is?

[themodsgrimm]

Everyone from before--from home.

[vigilantics]

... that would have been a really long time ago, right?

[themodsgrimm]

Right. Too long ago for me to properly remember.

[As Steph just saw for herself.]

[vigilantics]

Do you guys even remember why you're at war?

[themodsgrimm]

It's difficult. I remember some of the why, and some of the how...I remember what I was thinking and what I wanted, but I can't necessarily fit the pieces together.

[Like looking through a photo album with missing pages.]

But what I wanted back then and the reasons for it, even if they've been rendered inconsequential now...I have no choice but to continue forward. I forged this path for myself, and stepping away from it now...no, I can't even fathom it.

[vigilantics]

[ ... ]

Because it's all that you know now?

[themodsgrimm]

It's all I know and it's all that I have.

[vigilantics]

..,

You guys seriously got a shitty deal.

[themodsgrimm]

Won't argue with that.

[She hates it! :) ]