APOCALYPSE HOW: IC INBOX

[cacophonish]

"...is this thing on?" un: freakscene voice | video | text | action | everything

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[cacophonish]

please

[henchgal]

Jeff

We're none of us the sort of people who can just do that. I think that used to be at least part of why you liked us.

[cacophonish]

i love you guys
that's why i'm telling you

[henchgal]

[She's going to drop the sweet, kind and polite for a moment, sorry Jeff.]

Listen here you little songbird bitch, you can't control who we care about, and you're already our people. If you need help, let us know. Regardless of if you do, we're going to be here. Okay? Okay, good talk.

[cacophonish]

[ Whoa.

That actually startles him out of his self pitying navel gazing, and just for a moment, he lets out a surprised laugh. It's a real laugh, and he doesn't think he's managed one in so long.

But he doesn't know what to say, because... because he's pretty sure he's past help, and there's nothing they can do unless they, what, cut out his voice box and break his fingers? Because no matter what, he'll find a way to use his magic to feed that hungry thing inside him, and now he knows that he'll even hurt Meredith and anyone else he cares about.

She's offering a lifeline, just like Malcolm had. And he wants to take it, wants to believe that it'll save him...

But he doesn't. ]

ok
good talk