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[There's something distinctly different about Fear when he turns the video on this time. He seems even less human than normal, not breathing, not blinking, as if he's forgotten how to manipulate his form so that it actually appears lifelike.

He manages to move his mouth as he speaks, but the motion doesn't quite sync up with the words echoed in through the mic.]

...so I've finally failed.

[His eyes are unfocused, but he looks downward, contemplative.]

I only got half the city out. It won't be enough- we can't start over, not without Hope. So it ends here, I suppose.

[He takes in his first breath since beginning the recording, letting it out in a long sigh.]

I'm sorry.

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He can't manage half the city.

He might be able to manage just you.

If it comes down to that, you need to do it.

Absolutely not. I can't leave Rage and Delight behind - I can't let that happen to them again. And the people here, we are responsible for them. I can't abandon them, either.

Don't be stupid. You leave them behind, you can revive them another day. Fear first, and then we start over.

I'll keep you safe until then.

I know what you're saying makes sense, but I can't. We brought these people here, we can't just leave them. They're depending on us.

And I'm depending on you.

Please.

I can't. I can't just let people die.

Edited 2017-03-29 23:36 (UTC)

...you're putting everything in Fear's hands. Do you really have so much faith in him that you'd stake all of our lives on the unlikely chance that he can move you to safety?

The alternative is giving up hope. You know I can't do that.

Can you think of another option?

The alternative is you fleeing alone, which you refuse to do.

Collapse the caves when they get close. Tell those with you what's in store for them, should we fail. This is no longer the time for secrecy.

Rage is here, she can supply explosives. Going into the caves might be harder, but we'll manage.

I'll tell them. I guess there's no point in hiding anything anymore.

Good.

Good luck. I'll be waiting for your return.

I won't make you wait long.

Can I not hide us? The door to my reality can be locked from the inside, too. It's not like back home just anyone can enter it.

We'll still be in the same place, won't we? They'll find us. They're good at that.

But there might be something you can do.

It's another layer of protection, albeit a little nightmarish.

But talk. I'll do what I can.

This is probably something better discussed with Fear than me, but what you have created is very good at inspiring fear in others. We need that right now.

Oh, so that thing I created that ended up helping all of you even though you bitched at me about it is finally useful again? Awesome.

Apologize to me first. [ Not that she won't do it but, hey, she might as well try and get something from this. ]

I am quite sorry.

[He's not entirely sure what he's apologizing for - when everyone's mad at you all the time, usually for things you have absolutely no control over, they all blur together. But Hope's not one to stand on pride when the lives of half the city are at stake.]

Your help would be appreciated.

[ Hope, you're apologizing just for existing. Also, for barring her from your stupid temple and for Delight barring her from the bar and her temple for that one month. So rude when it was actually a gigantic help in the end.

No, Sharon is not salty. ]

Yeah, yeah. You owe me if we live, though.

[ If. God, that sucks. ]

Of course. I will owe all of you.

Yeah, you all will.

But we'll worry about that kind of shit after we survive. Which we will, of course. Fear isn't giving up, so neither can anyone else.

I won't let him give up. If I have to browbeat him into trying, well, I suppose I have been training myself for that for months.

Just so you know, I hate you, but good luck.

Thank you.

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