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[swatwithdragons]

[Lance got back home on Sunday night, and now it’s Monday he has a bunch of things he needs to say to people-at various points during the day/evening. For those who spoke to him not long before he left? He sounds worlds better. Calm, and not in a weary faking-it sort of way. Tranquil.]

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[ghostlighter]

... Wait. So do you actually work there, or what?

figured ♥

[ghostlighter]

[ Why does everybody tell him that? :| ]

At least we've got the band-aid.

[swatwithdragons]

[Because it's true.]

I think we are the band-aid.

[ghostlighter]

We are?

[swatwithdragons]

The city favourites. All the people who get brought here and aren't allowed to leave until she's done with us, even by dying.

[ghostlighter]

What do you mean by that?

[swatwithdragons]

Who do you think the city's great movers and shakers are? Who pushed circumstances to put Noah in the position to be killed? Who killed Nimrod? Who went on the missions to save the souls?

I don't know yet whether we're meant to save the multiverse or destroy it, but either way, we're the ones keeping it on some level of 'together'.

[ghostlighter]

[ Frustrated exhale. ]

Metaphysical glue. That's why we're here.

[swatwithdragons]

Essentially, I suppose.

[ghostlighter]

Perfect.

[ He doesn't have anything else he can say to that. It's just so absurd. Not that he's really surprised Wyatt and Piper might have gotten pulled into something like this, and maybe himself too, but when are any of them going to get a break? ]

[swatwithdragons]

Thus the vacation.

[ghostlighter]

Thus the vacation. Did it help?

[swatwithdragons]

It did. Now the only question is if it'll stick.

[ghostlighter]

Time will tell.

[ He doubts it. ]

[swatwithdragons]

Yes. Thank you, oh wise one.

[So does he.]

[ghostlighter]

Hey, no problem.