Shaun, go away.

[the_historian]

Brilliant - you've remembered that I do, in fact, exist, then.  About bloody time. 

Well, lovely as it is to wait about until you feel like playing with me, I think I'll sit this one out.  I wouldn't want to... to interfere with that busy schedule of yours.

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[ghostintheanimus]

Cheer up

It's just
           the end
                    of the world

[the_historian]

Oh yeah, right, yeah - just rub on a bit of sunscreen, grab an umbrella, and it will be a vacation. Get a lovely tan, maybe plan a picnic-

Some of us would like to actually prevent this mess from happening. Madness, I know.

[ghostintheanimus]

[gets into his face with a hiss like static] What do you think I pǝıp for?¿

[the_historian]

[Okay, perhaps he deserved that. It doesn't stop him from stumbling back a few steps.]

The very thing we've all been risking our lives for.

[He falters, trying to keep his growing anxiety in check. The impending destruction of his planet does tend to have that effect on him.]

... A lot of good it will do, if we run out of time before we figure this out.

[ghostintheanimus]

[freaking people out is one of the perks of being dead]

You won't.

[his eyes lose focus]

It's all planned and measured down to the ^last minute. The darkness pouring down on the horizon, it's already there.