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[The sun doesn't so much as rise as flick on with the sudden, glaring brightness of noon. Whatever time keeping device you have on you says its about 8:14am when this happens.

The power's back, but the time on your timekeeping device never really make sense with the position of the sun as it moves across the sky.]

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[abardacttofollow]

But then why would you be such a beautiful talented person?

[mindinthegittern]

Oh, true. Admittedly, if that was the goal, it's not working.

[abardacttofollow]

[laughs, ducking his head and reaching out to take his hand]

[mindinthegittern]

[takes it, squeezing]

You're allowed to think whatever you think. You don't deserve anything based on something another person did, I don't care what past lives have to say about it. You're just Stefen, and I know exactly who that is, he's my scapegrace best friend, and what you deserve is a damned break from all this existential nonsense.

[abardacttofollow]

I love you. You know that, right?

[mindinthegittern]

Wh—

...yes. I do know.

[abardacttofollow]

[flops his face into Medren's arm]

[mindinthegittern]

[puts the guitar carefully down on the bench so he can pet his hair]

I love you too.

[abardacttofollow]

I'm sorry I scared you.

[mindinthegittern]

You didn't do anything.

...did Van tell you... we were in your Heart?

[abardacttofollow]

Yes... though it was a little overshadowed.

[mindinthegittern]

Yes, I can imagine. It was a pretty striking experience, though.

[abardacttofollow]

What... happened?

[mindinthegittern]

Do you want all the details?

[abardacttofollow]

Whatever you'd like to say...

[mindinthegittern]

It was like a dream. There was this... room, and you were all chained up in it. Or—a part of you, I guess. You—he—said he was the Heart's Guard. And if I could get the keys to unlock his chains I could go past him and get out. So I had to go looking for them.

[abardacttofollow]

I mean... I'm not not into that...

[mindinthegittern]

[l-laughs]

You. Had a knife in your chest.

You kept saying you were fine.

[abardacttofollow]

I mean.

[shrugs, awkward]

Yes?

[mindinthegittern]

I said we needed to have a talk about what "fine" means.

[abardacttofollow]

Uhoh.

[mindinthegittern]

[makes a face at him]

[abardacttofollow]

It kind of feels like that?

[mindinthegittern]

...I gathered. And—I can see why, obviously.

I just... worry about you.

[abardacttofollow]

I'm... all right? I mean, the thing is, I'm doing pretty well, I think.