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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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voice; obsidian

[arla]

[ Oh, Wan. ]

You did everything you could. We should be the ones apologizing, those who did not go to try to help.

[ She would not have been able to learn the magic needed. But still, it hurts to know she did not try. ]

Are you and the others all right?

voice; obsidian

[raavashing]

[Her words hit a raw wound within him. He knew that if they had had just a few more people they might have been able to do it. Perhaps five, maybe six. Maybe ten more. He didn't know for sure how many. Only that they didn't have enough to do it as fast as he'd tried to.]

I should have tried to get more to come. I didn't think it through. The fault is mine.

[And he would hold to that. He was to blame for a lot of things already. Another burden would not break him.]

Some cuts and bruises, but nothing serious. At least not among those who were here when I woke up. I've been out most of the day. Since this morning.

[When the mountain collapsed.]