Endgame: This Broken Jaw of Our Lost Kingdoms; Part One

[animusmods]

Characters: open to those trapped in cells
Setting: the cells
Format: any
Summary: Those left abandoned in the Tower have some time to speak to each other. In the middle of the room, a clock counts down...
Warnings: general animus endgame warnings

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[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen is silent for a long moment. Even the voices in his head have settled into a low rumble, not unlike the crashing of waves against the sand. He rests his head on his knees and gets so lost in thought, anyone looking at him might think he's fallen asleep.

I am me, you are you, killherkillherkiller, we still exist, frames and liquid carbon and nitrogen, everything happened, even if she's won even if she's won even if she--]

Nngh... No! [He sits bolt upright, wearing a toothy smile.] She won't win! Right? Ahaha! Bad little monsters never win against the doctor!

[Wow. Enoch's inspirational speech actually worked on Sergeant Crazy. It really must be the apocalypse.]

[warriorscribe]

*She might have already won, if there's no way out of these cells. But seeing he managed to actually inspire hope in Richtofen, well...no. He won't say it. He wants to believe they can still win, too, in fact.*

That's right. We'll find a way.