hadriel | tenth. text. (and if you leave me, rest assured it would kill me.)

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tenth. text. (and if you leave me, rest assured it would kill me.)

[He's put off doing this notification as long as he can, hoping against hope that she'll turn up again, that her physical absence and alias's disappearance from the directory are mistakes, that there is another explanation waiting to be found. But it's been three long days, and no sign of her. She has friends, and they probably deserve to know, too.]

Sharon's gone.

[Yes, he's upset. No, he doesn't want to talk about it.]

I'm taking over maintenance of her emergency supply cache network, but I could use some help.

[Grieving? What grieving, there's work to be done.]

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[Well. This is the boy who was extremely rude to her, and yet Brennan understands all too well what it's like to lose someone important to you. She can look past their disagreements at least for now, when there is a chance he'll accept her help.]

I would like to help.

I'm very sorry. I have also lost someone this way. It is very difficult.

Can't make the charms any more but you can have anything from the clinic's first aid stashes.

( What more is there to say? Kate feels hollow reading those words. Concentrating on the practical things is easier. )

[ No. No, not after all this time, not Sharon - ]

Where are you?

[ She at least uses her voice, wild as it is, to ask, rather than just text (as if she could, with her hands shaking). ]

[It's taking considerable effort, of course, but he trusts his hands more than his voice right now.]

The orchard.

[ The orchard. In exchange for his planting elfroot, Cecily had needed to shed tears over his altar... which she'd managed, after Leliana had disappeared.

With Sharon gone, she could likely ask the world of Sorrow.

The Inquisitor gets to the orchard as quickly as possible, wide-eyed and pale. The dog isn't with her, but she is armed, as if she expects, or wants, something to fight to make up for what's happened.

Mello is there, alone. She slows, breathing heavily. ]

When was the last time that you saw her?

[He's too tired and hollowed-out to fight with her right now. The world he's built here over the past year is spinning, in freefall, and it's all he can do to keep a handle on which way is up.]

Thank you. It happens frequently. I should have expected it.

[I should've been better, smarter, more prepared.]

Thank you, Kate. I'll stop by later and take a look.

[Focusing on work is the only think keeping him even halfway tethered.]

If you do happen to see her again, will you let me know? She's not in the directory anymore, I know she's gone, but if she comes back?

[If she somehow doesn't remember him.]

[He looks terrible, like he hasn't slept in three nights - because surprise, he hasn't. The dark circles that live underneath his eyes are more pronounced than usual; his mouth is stretched into a thin line. He's here, leaning listlessly against a tree, not at work pulling up weeds. He might upend the entire orchard if he starts.]

During paintball. I was helping her practice shooting at targets in the park. I lost track of her after I was shot.

Wait. Sharon's gone? Seriously?

Yes.

[He's too tired and deflated for anything less terse. Sorry, George.]

[Nick and Sharon had their disagreements, much like he and Mello, but this is still an announcement he'd hoped he'd never see on the network. Sigh.]

For what it's worth, I'm sorry.

I've been keeping an eye on the caches on my patrol route, but I can pick up a few more to make sure they stay supplied.

I'll help out however, but I'll also say I've got a wolf and good coffee and a bunch of empty rooms.

[And he thinks it goes without saying that he's really sorry to hear this.]

[sorry, Mello, but she's going to keep asking questions]

When?

( Work is very good like that. But Kate doesn't hesitate in responding. Losing people here never ceases to hurt, no matter what you tell yourself. )

That I can do.

[thisisfine.gif]

At least three days ago. She's not in the directory anymore, which means she's
gone. Check for yourself if you don't believe me. She was listed as Heather Mason.

Thank you. I know she's your friend, too.

[Is. Not was.]

Okay. Okay. Give me a minute.

[checks the directory and finds nothing]

Sonuvabitch.

[He's alternating between being overwhelmed with pain and falling back into complete numbness, and honestly, it's tiring. So he doesn't have the energy to fight Nick.]

Thank you. I'd appreciate the help - I don't want her work to be neglected.

[Are you really sure you want Mello as a houseguest, Chris.]

Thank you. I may take you up on the offer. Is the wolf the same one Emily had with her some of the time?

It's not uncommon to see this happen.

I know, but this time it's someone I liked.

[God, he could just scream.]

Imagine if you did more than just like her.

[yeah, she's getting the impression that bringing up her own crush would be a Bad Idea]

I'm sorry.

[Prrrrobably, yes.]

It's fine. There's nothing to be done about it.

[never let it be said that George doesn't know how to cover her ass]

I guess not? Doesn't mean she won't be missed.

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