ϡ - Chapter TwentyFive; the price of battle [voice/action]

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[ It’s almost surreal, really, how at one moment the person you cared deeply about is there next to you alive and well and the next moment not. If he had only been a little bit faster a little bit more conscious of where Giles was during all that chaos...none of this would have happened. Instead he’s sitting in his room and has been for the past

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[i_speak_softly]

What?!

[folkloristic]

[ Oh Don. He wasn't expecting you...not after what happened between him and Robert. His voice is flat, almost uncaring, but he reprimands himself, tells himself it wasn't Robert's fault. Wasn't anyone's fault and Giles throwing himself out there to take that killing blow was going to happen. But no, it still sparks some anger even now. ] H-how is Robert?

[i_speak_softly]

[Panic him a little more, whydon'tyou.]

What happened to Robert?!?!

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[ He's sorry. But after he stormed out on Robert... ] Nothing. He's fine. [ Giles saw to that. ] Y-You should...probably go and check on him though.

what is that html fail, i'm sorry

[i_speak_softly]

I will. Thank you, Helios...

not acceptable!

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He...probably needs you right now. He's-he's been through a lot. And you're welcome Donatello.