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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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[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?

[She didn't say it was, okay.]

I don't know what became of him.

[Obviously his pain is worse.]

What happened?

[Are we really comparing B|]

The druids he was with were attacked. He escaped, as far as I know - but I never heard from him again. I hope-- [But hope is stupid and she knows how unlikely it is that he survived, so she shakes her head.] That was four, five years ago.

[Yes. And he's going to win]

Have you looked?

[You suck :c] Some. [And another head shake.] I couldn't, for the longest time. He left no trail to follow.

[That must be what Grace felt like, after he left her. Though he can only imagine that his daughter hates him for lying to her and breaking his promises.]

Your magic is stronger than that.

[And a frown flickers across her face as she looks up at him.] It wasn't always.

Four or five years is a long time. [To grow, to keep looking, did you even try recently, you are terrible]

[P much :c] Yes, a long time to learn what I was, and spend years hiding it, a long time to fight to make the kingdom safe for children like Mordred!

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