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Canon is Midnight Mass.
I d- don't— I don't know why you're—
( His fumbling words are broken by a deep sigh, and he rakes a hand over his face, lean torso tilted forwards for a moment where he's sitting. He stares at the ground of this strange place. He seems very tired. )
I wish you hadn't. I don't want to be here. Everything's gone now. Her— them. I— I shouldn't be here.
( What comes next is said quietly, resigned — mumbled to himself more than as a complaint aimed to his writer. He can see the irony of this. Can see a lot more things clearly, now. )
I'm all alone.
( His fumbling words are broken by a deep sigh, and he rakes a hand over his face, lean torso tilted forwards for a moment where he's sitting. He stares at the ground of this strange place. He seems very tired. )
I wish you hadn't. I don't want to be here. Everything's gone now. Her— them. I— I shouldn't be here.
( What comes next is said quietly, resigned — mumbled to himself more than as a complaint aimed to his writer. He can see the irony of this. Can see a lot more things clearly, now. )
I'm all alone.