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”…I…I don’t really, either…I don’t remember much. B-but I can say this…”
He- somehow- staggers to his feet, taking a small key out of his vest pocket and using it to open the door.
“…y-you defeated me. Fair and honorable….”
Isaac gets up with him, his hands hanging in the air a bit near Charles just in case he falls or needs help.
I did?...
I guess I did! He giggles.
Unfortunately, this version of carbine keeps his characteristic inability to be formal.
“Look. Isaac.”
“Isaac” gives “Niko” a look- seems he’s just as offended about this as the real one is.
“Not you- just. Listen. I’m sorry for the…poor reception. Charles isn’t too…popular around here- and everyone has their reasons, trust me, I do too- but there’s no reason for anyone to be violent about it!-“
He addresses the last statement to the entire group.
...
Carbine The Second, shut the fuck up.
He punches "Isaac" with the toothpick daggers still situated in his hands. That's gotta hurt.
[I feel we need to at least try and give this guy happy moments so. YEET]
[BTW do you prefer reblogs or asks?]
*Someone walks into the bar.... someone Mix recognizes. Icia.*
...O-oh... oh, hello! Mix is actually happy to see them! He's still grateful for the time Icia helped him.
*…. Awww… you made his day…*
*He leans over, and gives Issac a warm hug…*
— @master-dealmaker
Isaac looks happy and comfortable. He holds it for a very very long time.
"Dear Isaac,
I have two things to say. More than two, actually, but two main things. I'm sorry, and thank you.
I'm sorry I probably will not be able to give this to you in person. I'm sorry someone had to break this news to you. I'm sorry I did it, even though I couldn't hold onto life anymore. I'm sorry because it hurts to write this. I'm sorry for leaving without a proper goodbye. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
But also.... thank you. Thank you for making me feel something I haven't felt in years. Thank you for talking with me and dancing with me. Thank you for accepting my fate, but still wanting to give me a final good night. Thank you for introducing me to your friends. Thank you for dancing with me. Thank you for the smiles and laughter and tears and words we shared. It made me reconsider my actions momentarily.
I have many things I wish to say to you that I cannot speak of in writing. Many conflicting emotions, many rising regrets, and, even in the face of death, perhaps many discoveries of myself. Humanity is complex, and I suppose I'm not an exception. I wish I could have spoken to you about some of these. After we parted, I found myself wishing to know more about you. Nothing in particular; just you in general. You are a fascinating, kind man with a good heart. I wish I lived long enough to learn more about you to reinforce that belief.
If you wish to see me (for whatever reason), I am in the courtyard in the back of the castle. Any resident can show you. Even if I cannot respond, whatever you say will be heard. You could be the only person there, but you would not be alone. You may do as you please, even if you wish to collect a few roses from the bushes there. Think of it as a gift from me.
I hope you enjoy the bracelet, for it is one I made that is similar to the one I wore every day of my life in the real world. I hope you like the pick, as it is simple but brings me many fond memories. And I hope you enjoy the music, a song i wrote just for you recently. It probably sounds awful, I didn't have Odette check it.
You may ask anyone about me, if you desire so. I will leave it to them as to what they are willing to say, but I will say that there is nothing I want you to not know. I feel it is only fair, I guess.
I'm running out of space. But thank you, once again. I'm sorry."
*Something is scratched out at the end, but Isaac can't tell what it originally said.*
"Yours truly, Achilles."
...Isaac is crying. Big, fat, warm tears streaming down his face. He barely even realizes it until he sees the stains on the paper. He feels so, so perfectly loved. A feeling he hasn't truly, honestly felt in far too long.
He forces himself to look up from Achilles's name written down at the bottom of the letter.
Thank you for delivering this, Icia, he says strongly, though it comes out as barely a whimper through sobs. Thank you.
*.... There's a bright glow in the corner of Mix's eye...*
Mix quickly wipes his teary eyes and turns to see whatever it is, hope sparking in his gaze..
*Gives him an Achilles and Simon plushie*
gives you a carbine plushie
and a Charles plushie
and an Elida plushie
and a Yelena plushie
and a drunkie plushie
and a you plushie
