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[raavashing]

[Late in the evening of the 14th day of May, Wan's voice comes over the networks very briefly. It is haggard, quiet, almost dead sounding. It sat at the edge of being numb to everything.]

I'm sorry.

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[raavashing]

[That didn't make him feel better. He knew it was meant to. To point out that it wasn't his fault the Pyrii went so willingly to their deaths. But he had put their lives into his hands when he'd promised to move the mountain.]

It was working.

[His voice broke on the last word but there was no sobbing or the tell-tale intake of breath that he was fighting them. There was simply nothing left for him to give. He felt cold, empty.]

We were moving it. We got it so far and then it just... it fell apart. We couldn't even keep it intact.

[desperate_times]

[Nothing probably would make him feel better. Chloe knew that. Not unless someone could give him a do-over.]

You did everything you could. I didn't see anyone else doing a bloody thing to try and save that mountain. I'm pretty sure it was given up as a lost cause, but you fought for it. I'm not saying that'll make you feel better, but it's something. You were trying to pull of a miracle.

[raavashing]

[A miracle. He'd done it before. He'd done it with Raava. A last second desperate attempt for take enough power to stop Vaatu, to stop darkness and chaos from covering the world for ten thousand years.]

I-

[Tried? She already knew that. Was sorry? She knew that, too. Wanted to save them? That was obvious.

There was nothing more to say except:]

I know.

[But it still wasn't enough.]

because boobs fix everything wan

[desperate_times]

Do you want me to come visit you? I could cradle your head against my bosom and tell you how brave you are.

[Okay, so she's trying to get a smile out of him.]

NOT EVERYTHING... though they are very nice boobs

[raavashing]

[Wan was silent for a long time, though the occasional sound of him shifting could be heard, making it clear he had not cut of contact. He just needed a moment - several moments - to try and figure out where that offer had come from and what good it would possibly do. Was there a point to it? Was she just being flippant? Did she think it would actually help?]

I... no?

[It came out as a question and it didn't bring a smile, but it did get a little more emotion from him than the emptiness his voice had held.]

don't say that until you've tried them wan. they're pretty great.

[desperate_times]

Alright, if you're sure.

[She hates seeing a nice guy down in the dumps.]

But later on you're going to ask if the offer still stands.

[Because once he feels better, he'll wish he had said yes.]

At least let me buy you a drink when you're up for it. Works for me.

He's never really tried boobs at all. So he doesn't exactly have much to go on

[raavashing]

[There was a very clear 'ugh' sound that Wan didn't bother to muffle.]

The last time someone said that to me they bought me beer.

poor snowflake

[desperate_times]

[This kid needs to be corrupted, stat.]

You don't like beer? What do you drink?

[raavashing]

[It's more fun to make fun of his goody-two-shoes-ness]

Tea. I drink tea. I don't like the taste of alcohol.

[He'd had more than enough of it over Samhain.]

[desperate_times]

Tea?

Alright, if that's what you like.

[raavashing]

You don't have to buy it. I can make it.

[desperate_times]

... Alright.. you make us tea then.

[She's not sure this is helping at all. The original intention was good, but now instead of her buying him a drink, he's making tea.]

[raavashing]

[Tea he could do. Tea he liked. Tea was something he cared about having. A simple luxury that many overlooked, but was a reminder of how far he'd come since being banished from his former home.]

Okay. When?

[desperate_times]

When do you want? Are you at Caer Scima?

[raavashing]

No.

[While Wan had been edging back to his numbed state a moment before, there was now clear anger and disgust in his answer. A harsh word, firmly said.]

Anywhere but there.

[desperate_times]

O-kaaay.

The station, then?

[raavashing]

[His voice went back to the near-empty tone, the temporary spark of anger no longer a focus.]

I can get there. When?

[desperate_times]

Whenever you want. Now. Tomorrow. A week from today.

[raavashing]

A couple weeks. I need some time to myself.

Thank you.

[desperate_times]

Alright. See you then.