[ Oh. Tim deflates, the anger in his dissipating with that long exhale, and finally stops. He stops the pacing and the ranting, goes quiet and still except to sit down next to Koby and put his arm around his shoulders. ]
I’m so sorry, Koby. [ Quietly, guiltily. On and on about his own self-inflicted wounds, when there’s a higher power in charge of this place, taking people away on a whim with no foreshadowing, nothing anyone could have done to avoid this outcome. The departures have yet to hit him too closely, but there’s an awareness in the back of his mind that it could happen, that he could wake up one day and be without Hawk, without Koby or Quentin or any of the other people that make this place bearable. ] I know what they mean to you.
[ Luffy especially. ]
Are they gonna be okay?
[ Back home, or in their final, God-given resting place. A question he’s not sure will ever be answered to his satisfaction. ]
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[ Oh. Tim deflates, the anger in his dissipating with that long exhale, and finally stops. He stops the pacing and the ranting, goes quiet and still except to sit down next to Koby and put his arm around his shoulders. ]
I’m so sorry, Koby. [ Quietly, guiltily. On and on about his own self-inflicted wounds, when there’s a higher power in charge of this place, taking people away on a whim with no foreshadowing, nothing anyone could have done to avoid this outcome. The departures have yet to hit him too closely, but there’s an awareness in the back of his mind that it could happen, that he could wake up one day and be without Hawk, without Koby or Quentin or any of the other people that make this place bearable. ] I know what they mean to you.
[ Luffy especially. ]
Are they gonna be okay?
[ Back home, or in their final, God-given resting place. A question he’s not sure will ever be answered to his satisfaction. ]