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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.

[selfimage]

Chin up, there will be more to save by the time this is over.

[ he says, taking a breath. he has other places go, more gambles, but he's not about to give up. and even if he might sound a little casual. he figured that Wan didn't exactly need words of comfort as much as he might need purpose. ]

VOICE.

[raavashing]

That's not a very cheerful thought.

[But it was a better answer than most he'd gotten so far. It wasn't forgiving or really trying to comfort. And he needed that more than reassurances that he wasn't at fault.]

Are you okay?

[selfimage]

As well as I can be, and that's something.

I'll forgo the cheerful thoughts as there's not many to be had at the moment. Hope still remains and if we didn't hope in the direst of times, then hope itself would be a shallow concept. We certainly can't just do it when the pickings are easy.

[raavashing]

No. We can't.

[Had they been using video, Loki would have seen a soft smile ghost over Wan's lips for a moment.]

Usually my first times go a lot better.

[selfimage]

There's a first time for everything.

[ he sounds a little tired, but amused by his own wordplay. ]

[raavashing]

[Ow. Right in the heart, Loki. Right in the heart.]

Oh, don't turn my own words against me. That hurts.

[But there was some humor in the words. Better to let himself laugh than to let himself cry. He needed to get somewhere safe before he allowed himself that.]

[selfimage]

All together now: Best to stab your leg to distract from the pain in your head, eh?

[ hel, why not. ]

[raavashing]

I think I'd need to stab a lot more than my leg.

...I think I'll go back to school for a little while.

[selfimage]

A little distraction may be good.

Collect your wits.

[raavashing]

Are you implying I lost them?

[selfimage]

I absolutely may be. Like so many marbles.

[raavashing]

[...??]

Lost marbles?

[selfimage]

Forget it.

[ he says those words with a tad too much satisfaction. ]

There's plenty for you to think about, certainly.

[ not just Mount Verla, but the Seelie and Unseelie, and the Seelie that came into Unseelie territory. it wasn't just the Unseelie monarchs that may have issue with that, but the Seelie ones who wished for the Void to take the world. ]

And me? I have to skeedaddle, I've a business meeting today.

[raavashing]

[Wan made a mental note to find out what 'lost marbles' had to do with 'losing wits'. Maybe Rin would know. Or Snow.]

Yeah. Sure. See you around, Loki. And thank you, again, for coming.

[HE HAD THEM WEAR MASKS FOR A REASON]

[selfimage]

[ sweet summer child. ]

Next time make sure it's open bar, won't you? We need to drink to failures as much as victories.

Toodles.