WEEK THREE: SUNDAY AFTERNOON, LUNCH

[parodeity]

[ well, last week was a week. this week is already a week. but dave shows up for lunch with velvet like clockwork, maybe a little quieter than usual (that's been happening since last week) but not making her track him down like she once told him she would do. ]

Hey. How're you doin'? [ paranoia and lack of trust is a thing apparently but he doesn't show any signs of being any different. he's been having those issues for weeks, and it's only monday. ]

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[parodeity]

I'd like to go there with you. I could help you 'till the end. [ better than going back home and waiting two years for a certain death, all while wanting so badly to die. ]

[breaksouls]

[Well, helping her out in the battle definitely isn't going to happen, but he doesn't need to know that now.]

You can have whatever Gald I leave behind too. There's a witch who might try to swindle you out of it, though, so just don't listen to anything she says. That's... pretty good advice for dealing with her on a regular basis, actually.

I'll do my best to create a world you can live in. Not just exist.

[parodeity]

I... [ he doesn't want to at this point, he just wants to stop, a bone-deep weariness he can't shake. but he swallows it down. ] I'm not sure what that kind of world would look like. But I'd like to see it, maybe.