the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

[finalring]

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.

There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

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[accrowed]

[ He never in his life thought he'd run into a request that even Rean "I'll-take-on-any-task-without-asking-for-a-single-mira" Schwarzer wouldn't take yet. Here he is. 'cause, honestly, Rean wouldn't touch this one. Not even to slap it away.

To be fair, it's a brazen ask. He'd say it's putting a lot of faith in him, too, but frankly the holes in that faith are so obvious they're visible from space. ]

Yeaaah, that's gonna be where I draw the line. It's all well and good that you wanna reach out to him, but if that's your message? You're gonna have to find a different errand boy.

[ A beat. ] Not that I suggest doing that, by the way. This should come from you, nobody else.

[golden_dream]

[She can't help sneering at that. She writes:

"You don't have to be cute. Just say you don't want to do it. ...But do get me paper, please. Maybe a pen too. Or even an inkwell. I don't care, just something..."]

[accrowed]

[ He laughs quietly, good-naturedly, before speaking again. ]

Paper it is. Since you've used up so much of it on me, I might as well go and fetch that for you now. [ A wave and he's walking toward the door! If she wants, she can still grab his attention by making a noise or something. ]