[In Serif's darkest moments, he's there again. A note appears on the bulletin board, something that could have easily been sent to his personal board from another. It's crowded with tall, black writing, scrawled so hard it's nearly gone through the paper.]
YOU DID IT, SERIF.
[A second note is tacked to the wall itself, meaning its poster has been inside his room at some point. Perhaps it was placed there when he was lying in a hallway, waiting for someone who wasn't coming back. Or perhaps it was placed there quietly when he was sleeping. It's uncertain.]
[...He really should've expected this. But honestly, after everything? Serif had kind of forgotten about this creep.
The response is late. Of course it is. Serif wasn't even anywhere close to a board to see it for a while, spending a lot of time avoiding his room. And you know what, fine. This is happening. Okay. Why the hell not, at this point.]
I could tell you what it's like to watch someone steel themselves and be strong right up until the end, right before they sink into the dark. Then they're just clawing, gasping for a few more seconds.
I could tell you about what it feels to step on a floor that's been soaked in blood for hours. To be covered in it when it turns cold.
I could even teach you what it sounds like when someone's last words are choked and begging.
Maybe they couldn't changed things, could've moved the world with sheer willpower or faith.
Like fools, they spent hours trying to drill it in our heads that we would amount to something. That we could be more than we are. They wasted all that USELESS, BLIND faith ...
On dead husks. We're empty. We're tired. Done. Finished.
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[Backdated to the 24th, Day after Grit's Death - Christmas Eve
YOU DID IT, SERIF.
[A second note is tacked to the wall itself, meaning its poster has been inside his room at some point. Perhaps it was placed there when he was lying in a hallway, waiting for someone who wasn't coming back. Or perhaps it was placed there quietly when he was sleeping. It's uncertain.]
I KNEW YOU WOULD.
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The response is late. Of course it is. Serif wasn't even anywhere close to a board to see it for a while, spending a lot of time avoiding his room. And you know what, fine. This is happening. Okay. Why the hell not, at this point.]
yeah ok
whatever
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You didn't even have to kill them yourself.
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i made a promise
i kept it
[Just not in the way he expected he would.]
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never said i kept it in the way anyone expected
but grit seemed to think it counts
["You promised."
That's what they said when he found them.]
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WHEN THEY'RE DYING.
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but i also wasn't about to dismiss the last things a dying eight year old said to me
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THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO DIE.
The only reason they did was BECAUSE YOU LET THEM.
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if there was something i could've done about that
i would've
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but by the time i found them there wasn't really anything i could do
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You're telling me, that in a city full of spirits, of healers, witches and WISHES FOR IMPOSSIBLE THINGS ... there was nothing you could do?
DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY.
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whatever
[He doesn't really care about defending himself, so he doesn't bother to.
What happened happened. That's just how it is.]
was there anything you could do?
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Even THAT was more than you did.
You just ran and left her to rot.
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now tell me something i don't know
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I could tell you what it's like to watch someone steel themselves and be strong right up until the end, right before they sink into the dark. Then they're just clawing, gasping for a few more seconds.
I could tell you about what it feels to step on a floor that's been soaked in blood for hours. To be covered in it when it turns cold.
I could even teach you what it sounds like when someone's last words are choked and begging.
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man
this has really gotten to you huh?
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It's all been for NOTHING.
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blaming me for what happened making it easier for you?
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Is rotting away in front of his room making things any easier for YOU?
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no
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It's just YOU and ME now.
Of all the people that could have been left to fix this rotten world, it's US.
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yeah
cause that'll happen
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Maybe they couldn't changed things, could've moved the world with sheer willpower or faith.
Like fools, they spent hours trying to drill it in our heads that we would amount to something. That we could be more than we are. They wasted all that USELESS, BLIND faith ...
On dead husks. We're empty. We're tired. Done. Finished.
We've been done with this world for a long time.
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