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Tick tock, Barge.

Do you feel it yet?

How many lives are you holding in your heads now? Numbers. I want to know who has the most. And how many more do you think you can take before you crack?

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[He never had it together what are you talking about :c]

Will you last?

[They're doomed. :|]

Is that concern? Don't worry yourself, Jefferson.

[Welp]

How many, Morgana?

[Ahaha fuck you Jefferson she's just. Whispering this because sob fuck everything bro. :c]

Nine.

[Fuck off, you didn't lose a daughter like he did.]

Would you like some tea?

[WELL THERE WAS MORDRED. DOES HE COUNT?

Also she is choosing to take that as actual friendly concern, pls don't poison her :c]

I suppose.

[No >|

Nothing's in the tea. This time c:]

Come here then.

[Sob Jefferson you do....care...?

Srsly if she ever talks to Emma this will not happen again, but:]

All right. [Good job Jefferson, make her leave her room. :c]

[No. He just needs you to hold it together long enough to make it.

When she shows up, he's got a steaming cup waiting for her. He even had made a quick trip to the kitchen for the hot water. It wasn't totally selfless, he wanted a cup himself. So don't read too much into it.]

[Get her to sleep for a day or two and they will manage. She'll take that cup when she shows up, though, grateful - not that she'll say it, because how do you express things.]

Did you find an answer to your question?

[How is he supposed to do that? He doesn't sleep normally himself.]

The people here don't want to hear the truth, so they lie to themselves. Like they do in most worlds.

[They're doomed. She's just going to sip that tea.]

And how many lives do you have, now?

Four.

[She nods, tries to look sympathetic. It's like sometimes she forgets how.]

Will you tell me about your daughter?

[He looks at her sharply for a moment, and thinks about kicking her out for asking but he needs that bracelet and they're maybe friends. Ish.]

What do you want to know?

[Ish is better than enemies, right. She shrugs one shoulder.]

What was she like?

[It takes him a moment to respond, and it's hard to tell if it's just difficult to talk about or difficult for him to remember.]

Bright. She loved to play tea party. And hide and go seek. She didn't care that we lived in a hovel and had no money.

[You should come hang out at her cabin, Jefferson, it'll feel just like home.]

Not many wouldn't, I think. [Then again, she'd grown up in wealth and privilege, it wasn't until she met Mordred, stayed with the druids, that she really knew what it was like.] What's her name?

[Fuck that, your hovel is much shittier than his.]

Grace.

[JUST FOR THAT YOU CAN'T COME HANG OUT IN IT.] I'm sorry.

[NO WORMS IN JARS FOR JEFFERSON NOT UH]

For what?

[WHATEVER BRO, YOU'RE MISSING OUT]

I know what it's like to worry about a child.

[I DISAGREE]

You have a child?

[Awkward]

No. But there was a boy, once- [And she has to wonder if Mordred even survived that battle, let alone on his own afterwards. She worried, even looked for him with Morgause, but there was no sign of him. And she didn't want to find him dead, so she hadn't pressed.] --A boy I tried to protect.

[That is not the same thing.]

Tried?

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