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[eyediot]

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[eyediot]

It is. And everyone here has been so kind. They're actually, genuinely kind.

[curriculum_fictae]

Are you sure you’re not dead? That this is some kind of afterlife…?

[eyediot]

...Honestly I'm not sure either. But I know he isn't dead.

[curriculum_fictae]

He …

[ Martin looks up, towards the bedroom. Shivering a bit. ]

[eyediot]

So I suppose for some people this could be an afterlife, but it's not really the same for everyone.

[curriculum_fictae]

Right. Some of us get all the luck.

[ So bitter. ]

[eyediot]

And some of us have to be murdered for things to be fixed.

[Look he loves Martin, he hates what happened to him, but Jonah just. Knows what he's gone through himself now too.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ he stares back at Jonah with those blurry brown eyes. ]

What do you mean, murdered?

[eyediot]

...So far, all but one version of me has had to be killed to stop the Powers.

[curriculum_fictae]

One version? Who…?

[eyediot]

A version that was here for a bit. He's - god, he got the luck of the draw. In his version, Gertrude destroyed the Institute and the fears. They're all just... Happy working on a museum and running a podcast now.

[curriculum_fictae]

Oh.

[ He sounds SO bitter. ]

How does he rate getting something like that, eh?

[eyediot]

No idea.

They have a nice easy life, married his Martin. Things are going well.

[curriculum_fictae]

And what, all of the rest of us get to suffer?

[ He makes a slightly choked noise. ]

[eyediot]

[He sighs heavily. It's weighed on him just as much as it's hitting Martin now.]

That does seem to be the case.

[curriculum_fictae]

Well I hate him on principle, then.

[eyediot]

[Jonah gives a little quiet huff of a laugh.]

He's. He and I argued a bit at the start. And I hurt him very badly. So maybe save some of that hatred.

[curriculum_fictae]

… Mm, well, I still think he’s a right prick then.

[ He sighs a bit, his outlines blurring again. ]

[eyediot]

Agreed. Though I've come to realize all versions of me are a prick, honestly.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He laughs just a little. ]

I mean, yes? Though not as much as you think.

[eyediot]

I'll take your word for it. Fail to see how I'm not most days anymore.

[curriculum_fictae]

You’re here with me, aren’t you? Even after all of my misery, even with your … husband upstairs …

[eyediot]

I suppose, yes.

[But that guilt eats at him. He should go back. Go to bed.]

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin reaches out a frigid hand for his cheek. ]

Stay with me a little longer?

[eyediot]

...For just a bit longer. Until the stars start to fade.

[He exhales softly, leaning into that cold touch. It's a comfort in its own way.]