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[ukan]

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[ukan]

I wouldn't have made it.

[ He regrets typing that the second he hits send. He's not the person who gives up at all, but let alone because he loses one person.

But he also hasn't left the cabin since he retrieved Alec, so...it's not like it's a secret that he can be broken now. ]

[corkscrewed]

That decision?

It was either end it, or let him become... what you saw him start to become. I couldn't let that happen.

[ukan]

I don't regret what I did. I had to do it. I just wish I was at peace with it.

[ But maybe it's better that Martin knows this is killing him. If someone had to kill Alec, he'd find some grim satisfaction in knowing they hated doing it. ]

[corkscrewed]

You were practically the first person Jon introduced me to when I got here, you know?

Well. Maybe like, third or fourth.

[ukan]

Third or 4th? my pride. I'm going to have words with him when he's back.

I've had people bringing me food. Is anyone bringing some to you?

[corkscrewed]

Oh, yeah. Tim's looking after me, which is actually ridiculous, because he's death tolling and I'm literally fine.

I'm okay. Honestly.

[ukan]

Me too. He'll be up soon and we can put all this behind us.

[ He'll just keep on parroting that at anyone who asks. ]

[corkscrewed]

Can I come bring tea? Like, this afternoon.

[ukan]

Are you sure you want to leave Jon?

[corkscrewed]

I mean, obviously not, but Tim's here. It's not really alright for me to just hover over him like an anxious ghost. He'll be back.

[ukan]

[ He wishes he was as sure of that as Martin seems. ]

Tea would be nice, then. Meet me at cabin 101.

[corkscrewed]

[ martin had doubted jon once, and it had nearly cost him everything he had left. it doesn't matter how long it takes; he won't doubt him again. ]

Sure. See you in fifteen.

[ukan]

Lark leaves the door propped open so Martin can walk in easily. There's a puppy with him, Trevor's new one, but Lark is holding her on his lap and letting her chew a rawhide.

[corkscrewed]

Martin heads in, shutting the door behind him. "Where should I plug in?" The kettle in his backpack. Easier to just make it here - partially so he doesn't risk spilling it on himself, partially in case they need more.