WEEK 6 - LOBELIA

[foundationmods]

Six weeks.

They had been here for that long, and still...the game was continuing.
Yet, it felt like they were finally about to reach the end of it...
Just a little longer. 🗈

Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
Yet, it felt like this week would be the week they would finally get all the pieces to the puzzle.
But...could they solve it?

Only time would tell.

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Comments

[cryosurgeon]

It's not as if people are eager to approach me anyway after what I did to Anon.

[If Erhard could climb out of his own body and run from it for the same reason, he would. Just who or what has he become?]

He called me a martyr for love. Is it really such a bad thing, if my own life is worthless compared to the person I lost?

[Even if he could run from his body, he can't run from what remains of his memory. His parents' voices haunt him constantly these days, along with the sight of Sherlock's bloody, still face.]

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow jabs Erhard in the back with a finger] You must stop saying things like that. You aren't worthless.

[cryosurgeon]

....

[Arguing is pointless, no one ever listens to him. They just tell him he's wrong, he doesn't understand, his feelings are warped or invalid or just confused. But they wanted him to have them, and now that he does they're wrong?

He has such a headache.]

Shadow, if... if something does happen to me, don't blame yourself. I just want you to remember one thing, okay?

[He crouches down and, after a moment's hesitation, hugs the hedgehog.]

You really are the closest thing I've ever had to a real father. Thank you.

[chaoscontrol]

[Dammit, Erhard, that isn't what he meant at all...]

I-- [he gets cut off because he sees what Erhard is about to do. He could move, easily. Get away. But he lets the man hug him] Doct.... Erhard... [Shadow is taken off guard not only by the physical affection, but by what Erhard tells him. Like a father? ... Him?

He sort of stands there awkwardly, unsure of how to react or what to do. Then he carefully wraps his arms around Erhard, too]

I... I won't... blame myself. Erhard. I... don't know what to say....

[cryosurgeon]

You don't have to say anything. I'm just glad you're here.

[Erhard doesn't linger in the hug for very long, since neither of them are very physically affectionate people. When he straightens up, his eyes are a bit damp.]

You didn't have to worry about me all these weeks, but you did. You've tried to help me without stomping me into the ground mentally. That's more than my biological parents or Professor Sartre ever did. So even if everyone else hates me by the time this is all said and done, knowing you care is more than enough.

[chaoscontrol]

[Shadow's eyes may be a bit damp as well, and he quickly paws at them, wiping away whatever is there with the heels of his hands]

... Erhard. I'm.... [Sorry that no one else has ever treated you this way. Sorry that some weird little inhuman science experiment had to the first to show you respect. Sorry that no one else here besides maybe Sherlock had showed him decency]

...

You're welcome. I'm glad I could... I'm glad I could help.

[cryosurgeon]

[Well, Ann and Takumi have been really nice to him? And Kurama helped him with that panic attack. So it hasn't been all bad. Except he set a lot of those bridges on fire with his little post-trial anatomy lesson.

He still offers Shadow a slightly watery but genuine smile.]

You always have. Even when you yelled at me, it just took me longer to see it then.