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[maddest]

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[al_truism]

[Break is still asleep when Al arrives at the crack of dawn. He'll wake to the smell of brewing tea.]

[maddest]

[Break pads down, yawning, wrapped in a warm blanket.]

Al?

[al_truism]

Hey. Lucifer told me it was all right to wait until you woke up.

Tea?

[action]

[thelightbringer]

[When Lucifer finds himself in Adstringendum again, it takes him an hour or more to make his way back to the most familiar building he knows. Whatever pain he'd felt before is nothing, not even a spark compared to what it is now. It's nearly impossible to think through it, so he runs on instinct. He can sense the other angels in the city, and so he wards the building against them. Not even Michael will be able to sense him in here.

Then he sits on the floor and breathes and finally wonders if anyone is even home. He needs to be steady if there is.]

Kevin?

[action]

[maddest]

[What the hell Lucifer.





Break pokes his head in, frankly not believing his ears.]

[action]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer stares at him warily, and he gets up but has to lean (discreetly) against the wall while his vision clears.]

Kevin.

[He can feel flames licking at him, he can see it if he doesn't focus hard. But he doesn't dare ask the one question so many of Hell's citizens ask. If this isn't real, he'll wait for it to prove false.]

[thelightbringer]

Lucifer comes home from visiting Al around noon. He liberated some milk from Al's cow, and he takes it to Break after shutting (and locking) the door.

"...You remember that cut I had a week ago. On my face."

[maddest]

"Mmmhm?"

Head not lifting. He's sprawled on the couch, eyes shut.

[thelightbringer]

The cream is cold, so he sets the little metal pitcher on Break's head like an ice pack.

"Sick?"

Yes, he's stalling. A little.

[retraced]

[The morning of the 10th, Break will wake to find the newcomers have all gone. He'll also find the following unfinished note on his kitchen table (unless someone else finds it first) in a familiar, careful hand, written a little larger than normal to accommodate his sight. It's a first draft, given the number of words crossed out and random ink smudges on the page.]

Break,

If it's true that I'll be gone within the next few days, then I won't have time to explain what I want to. I don't even know if I want to write this. If what everyone here says is true, time has stopped for both of us back home. We won't have to wait around plotting to rescue the other. Neither of us will have to mourn the other. I guess we can be thankful for that.

But that won't be true for you here; you'll remember that I've gone and I'll never realize that you'd left. I hope you aren't the one who suffers more

You asked what happened back home before. I didn't want to make you worry while there's nothing that you can do about it here, but there's one thing that I need to should tell you. [There's a few smudges of ink on the page here, as though he was tapping it with the edge of the pen while thinking of what he wanted to say.] You're still a fool and an impulsive idiot after all this time. You were so happy to throw your life away in a fight without asking anyone else for help! You have people here and at home that you can go to for help if you need, so use them the next time that you're in trouble! Don't be afraid to ask for their help! Don't ever be so quick to throw that life away again, or the next time that I return I'll give you another good kick to knock you out of it!

Remember what you told me? Did you forget 'Don't forget your priorities. If there's one person that you want to protect, you must be cruel enough to get rid of everything else. No one can get back what they've lost.' I never forgot

Maybe I'm the real fool

I can't pretend to understand the life that you've made here, but I will tell you that no matter what happens, it's something worth cherishing and protecting if it makes you feel like you can keep going like this. And if I'm brought back, I'l

[The lettering trails off here as the powers that be send him home before he can finish any further sappy half-thoughts. The pen has fallen and rolled under the table.]

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[al_truism]

[Al's smile is tired, whether Break can see it or not.]

... he wants to join the protection squad. The man who spooked you.

Is there anything you can tell me?

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[maddest]

Let him. Don't alienate him. No matter what.

[Video//Private//Unhackable]

[al_truism]

I can do that.

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[magnetic_magpie]

[Shortly after this conversation, he texts.]


Hello.

This is Erik, we've spoken before. I was told you had plans to till a field, and I thought to enquire about your method of doing so, as I may be able to help.

Thank you.

[voice]

[maddest]

Hello-

I really prefer to do this by voice if you don't mind.

We hadn't got that far yet, but I think we'll be using an earth bender, so the short answer is 'magic.'

audio;

[waterbends]

[ Sent late on the night of the 14th. ]

Hey.. will you send me a message when you're awake?

audio;

[maddest]

I'm still up.

The kettle is on.

[Video call]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel meant to call Break a little earlier, but the event and everything else had been a distraction. Still, this is important, so though it's likely unexpected Castiel sends Break a call sometime on Monday.]

Break, can we speak?

[Video call]

[maddest]

Of course. On here, or in person? Shall I put on tea?

ultimately voice;

[wishgrant]

[ ultimately voice because luca has yet to re-learn how to do use the PCD without seeing it, and spends a good five minutes flipping between the different settings until he assumes he's gotten the one he wants. ]

Mr. Break? Can you hear me?

[maddest]

Hello, Luca! I can hear you just fine.

[Voice || Private || Unhackable]

[mere_shopkeeper]

_{[The sound of someone trying to contact Break through the PCD comes through early in the morning. So early that it's still dark and the day can still be thought to belong to yesterday.]}

Break-san?

[Voice || Private || Unhackable]

[maddest]

[Thunk.

Crash.]

Mmeh?

[mere_shopkeeper]

The piece of paper is charred and singed at the edges, ash is caught in the folds and the whole things smells of smoke from being burnt into nothingness late one night, but it's whole once again...

[mere_shopkeeper]

A few weeks later...