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WHO: Holden, you!
WHAT: A catch-all for the month(?)
WHEN: After Satinalia and onwards
WHERE: Kirkwall, Gallows
NOTES: There'll be post-murderhaus stuff in here, so there may be references to some of the horror movie occurrences!

Starters will be in the comments! I'm sorry, I'll write a real log one day.

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[acreage]

Oh, he knows where Edgard is. It's Naomi's we saved a few; we should've saved more. It's Alex's we lost 25 people because I made that choice. It's his own I opened those gates. So I'm responsible if anything comes through them.

He knows where Edgard is. He lives here.

"He got the better of all of us. We all made our own choices, and we all did our parts. It took three of you take him down in the end. No one of us could've done it alone."

Even though, again, the dude was a spindly human raisin. Details.

"And, no offense," he adds more lightly, "but tough as you are? You aren't tougher than every single one of the rest of us who were there, or all of his past victims. Stopping him was never on you."

Naomi has reminded him, more than once, the accidental arrogance of this kind of thinking. It's helped him a little, is worth trying.

[muckspout]

Edgard blinks a little and intakes some air.

"I don't think I'm tougher." He says wondering. He's not thought of it like that before. "I'm just always making mistakes."

He's surprised at Holden. He's not angry or telling him he did something wrong. (Although he did, he always does.) Instead, he's reassuring him and making some solid points. It reminds him of his brothers in the Invisible Hands, but that acknowledgement is also acknowledgement of a deeper ache so he shoves it down.

"Thank you." He says in the same wondering tone. "You're a good man, Holden." And he means it. Edgard trusts few and himself less, but on this he does not doubt.

[acreage]

That just earns a smile, a friendly shoulder-clap.

"I'll be feeling better soon," he says, like a promise, and, "I hope you will be too."