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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[The amusement in his expression ticks up just another notch; really, though, the Morse shitposting wasn't for you, silly Saphir.]

Given that this house is most likely in a separate pocket of space-time, and that the rules of this dimension are being bent or warped somehow... Hmm. A house, perhaps, that may be even bigger on the inside than it appears -- even at first glance.

[Which is actually kind of terrible for their purposes, but he drawls it out like it's a piece of an interesting puzzle. And, well, they've got a truly hellish puzzle here, why not. Saphir's indignation gets bald curiosity in return, actually.]

Oh? You know, this is the first I've heard of an alternate calendar, despite everything? It really makes it feel like a different dimension when that happens.

[reanimania]

Yes, well, I'm from a completely different planet than the rest of you [ not that everyone else is from the same planet, but no one else is from his, anyway ], so of course our calendar is different. We also have seven days in a week, but 58 to 60 days in a month and 765 days in a year. I think I've adapted to the timekeeping here pretty well, considering.