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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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[ Fucking awesome. She grinds her teeth, a little frustrated but not surprised. ]

Wow, I never thought you'd be the type to give up. There goes what little respect I had for you. [ Sharp. Pointed. She's pissed. She's scared. But mostly it's a nervous fury. Reign it in, Sharon. She forces a sigh through her teeth, a hiss, and her eyes slide shut as she tries to think of something. ]

So, what the fuck can I do? I've got fog, darkness, and an invincible guardian to terrify people if that's what you need, but I'm going to need you get the fuck over whatever Debbie Downer bullshit you're sucking down or we all probably die.

And, as much as I'd love to see most of you die, us squishy fucking humans would probably go first. [ The hint word there is most. ]

You would. That's how they operate.

[It's a quiet admission and one that he's surprised to find seems even worse to him than he'd have originally thought. Sure, he likes these humans, he's liked them for a long time, but they were never a suitable replacement for the original hosts... and yet, the idea of losing these squishy, scrappy, angry population is quickly becoming unacceptable.

Strange. Maybe this is how Hope feels all the time.]

...if I can get the strength, I'll attempt to rejoin the city. [And then, a little more direct,] If Hope removes the shackles on your haunted location, can you utilize it on a grander scale?

[ As if she'd let some unknown enemy kill her; she'd take herself out before that could happen with a middle finger raised. But his question catches at her and she frowns. Utilize it on a grander scale? ]

You must not know that I spent thirty human years torturing a town full of people using my [ air quotes included ] "haunted location". [ A sigh and then she shakes her head. ] You want it grand, I can go grand. Just tell Hope to send me my apology first and then I'll be your little fear gopher until this is over and then you'll owe me.

All of you will. [ It's difficult to tell the seriousness of her statement but it's not like Silent Hill is an easy thing to manipulate and use, and it certainly isn't safe for her or anybody else that walks in there. ]

[Sharon, pls.]

Of course. [It's a fragile sort of predicament that they're in- they're going to need all the help they can get, even if it comes with strings attached.

But hey, they all might be dying in a few hours or a few days anyway, so if there was ever a time for frankness and honesty, then- well, this is probably it. He and Sharon have spoken a lot in the past year or two and she's angry and emotional and probably still determined to kill them, but Fear won't deny that she's been one of his most favored humans, all the same.]

You- [He hesitates, unable to really find the right words.] ...bringing all of you here was my last attempt at saving my species. You may have been taken here to die, and I know that I'm responsible for it. I don't expect sympathy from you, but I wanted to tell you- thank you.

[ Oh.

Oh dear. Sharon frowns deeply, worry and concern etching lines into her forehead, a display of something raw. She doesn't like this. She doesn't like this at all. Fear's being strange and it's probably all coming from the fact that they're likely going to die soon. That's.

Fuck, no. ]

Thank me after we're saved. [ Adamant. A vicious sort of determination that comes from a refusal to lay down. ] I don't plan on dying today, or tomorrow, or any time fucking soon. So you have to get us through this.

[ A pause and then: ] Please.

[It shakes him a little, how desperate this all is. He hasn't minded being hated- it's part of the image he'd needed to build to inspire his desired emotion- but it's different now that everything is on the table and it's all come to light. Fear isn't sure how he feels about the sudden shift in alignment, but he knows a plea when he sees one and he knows that Sharon would rather die screaming a thousand curses than beg for anything.

He closes his eyes for a moment and lets the gravity of it sink in. This has been solely on his and Hope's shoulders before- and now, for the first time, the humans are sharing their burden. He can't disappoint them.]

Alright.

[Fear breathes out the disappointment, the guilt, the feeling of loss, and then steels his resolve, looking back up at her with a sharper focus.]

I will.

[ She's beyond rattled now but something settles in her with his words, with his new resolve. They'll get through this. They have to and, fuck, she won't have it any other way. She can't have it any other way. It's not an option on the table.

There's no sigh of relief, the tension in her shoulders that leaves them tight and straight doesn't ease, either, because Fear may be back in the game but that doesn't mean they're going to live, no matter how much she hopes it might. It's just one part of a great many that will determine that. ]

Good. [ Softer, almost verging on gentle. Accepting. This she can handle. ]

I'll do what I can from my end. If necessary, I... [ Fuck. She stops, biting her lip, brows drawn down tightly in careful thought. She's uncertain. This was the ace up her sleeve, an item of unknown origin from her world, likely something left by the god of her world, something that can push the user to limits unknown or, depending on her own intentions, turn them into monsters. It was the last thing she thought she could use against the gods, the last thing left in her arsenal to fight back. But right now, maybe it can help. ] ... I may have something you can use if you need a boost.

[For all that he's preparing himself for anything that might happen, that surprises him. He'd known, of course, that some of the people here wanted them dead, but he'd brushed it off- he's still oblivious to Sharon's plan or her disappointment in offering to use... whatever she has right now.

He's hesitant to say that anything that she has could effect him, but he can already hear Hope's nagging voice ringing out in his head, to try everything he can.

So he nods after a moment of hesitation. It's do or die, and they've had the misfortune of needing to put their faith in one another quite frequently in the recent past. What's one more?]

...I suppose I'd have to try anything.

[And then-]

What is it?

[ What is it? That's a way more difficult question to answer than Fear realizes, if only because Sharon's understanding of it is only marginally better than that of the Order's. She frowns, considering the best way to explain it. Her father had a handful of notes on the seal but it was all theories, knowledge squirreled away from libraries, or pulled out of the men and women that would hunt for them. ]

It's called the Seal of Metatron and it's a... talisman of unknown power. The things it can do... It's all dependent upon the user and their intentions, their will. It can be uncontrollable in the wrong hands, can turn men into monsters, and can even grant humans the ability to leave my realm without sacrifice.

It can show you the truth of things, of people and their intentions, and the horrible monsters that live beneath their skins. The Order believed it could force the birth of their god. For you, I don't know how it will help, but you're powerful enough that I think you'd be able to control it, especially given the situation.

[He listens, his brow furrowed a little at the implications. It sounds... intriguing and dangerous, all at the same time and Fear can't deny the fact that he's tempted. If using it could fix all their problems now, then he'd do so in a heartbeat, but he's cautious. Sorrow would want him to be cautious.]

...alright.

[He nods.]

A backup plan. If I can't get the fear in time, I'll supplement with your Seal.

Just... Just remember not to wait until the last second. We've got less time than you do. [ And that's terrifying. And the fact that this could all be real is terrifying. Fuck. If everything falls, she'll kill herself before she lets anyone else do it. ]

I brought you here. As Hope likes to remind me, that makes me responsible for you.

[He murmurs quietly, maybe- reassuring? Hope isn't his thing, and Fear doesn't linger in empty platitudes, but now that he's found his resolve, he's calmer, determined.]

I'll do everything I can to keep you alive.

And I'll do everything I can to make sure you can. [ It's like teamwork. ]

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