PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[swordhandled]

[ he's still holding on, but not because he needs it ] Like I said, it was completely out of my control. I have plans, ideas, on what I can do in every situation in battle. How can I parry a blade, how to dodge an Elthunder, how to confound an enemy...

But here? If one or two more had voted for me?

[maskarang]

... Or if a number decided your fate instead. The miscount may have altered the verdict, but until that moment you had a one in six chance at death. [ he can't read meta so he doesn't know owain doesn't need to be held. he would let go otherwise.

also, he subtly tightens his grip and pulls owain closer. ]

[swordhandled]

That's true. I feel that's far closer than I've ever been to death. [ but he's glad that gerome is tightening his grip ]

[maskarang]

Absurd when you consider all we've lived through. The frenzied town may pose a greater danger than the mafia. [ good. and he will just not think about any of this very hard because they were both afraid and that's all he needs to know. ]

[swordhandled]

Who would have thought that we could die because of a sick game instead of failing to stop Grima?

[maskarang]

I've thought the same thing ever since the trial.

[swordhandled]

But it seems we're truly stuck here... And, speaking truthfully--?

[maskarang]

—yes?

[swordhandled]

Even if we could leave, I wouldn't.

[maskarang]

Nor would I. Running away would be the mark of a coward. [ A beat. ] But I expect your reasons are more altruistic. You won't abandon anyone in need.

[swordhandled]

That's right... I couldn't leave anyone here, not if they could still die. Not if I could help do something about it.

[maskarang]

I thought as much. [ he smiles and this officially becomes the point where the hug has lasted too long. pulling away now. ]

[swordhandled]

But even if your reasons aren't as altruistic as mine... I'm glad that you would stay as well.

[maskarang]

[ a thoughtful "hm" as he tilts his head down and to the side. ] ... May I ask you a question?

[swordhandled]

Ask away.

[maskarang]

Will you stay with me tonight?

[swordhandled]

[ a pause and then a slow smile ]

Yeah, I will.

[maskarang]

[ with that settled, he starts picking himself off the floor. he offers his hand to owain again. ]

[swordhandled]

[ taking his hand and pulling himself up ]

Will you actually get some sleep tonight?

[maskarang]

[ taking his hand back. he's glad they're up now, sitting on your knees in armor is not the most comfortable thing to do. ]

If I can.

[swordhandled]

Go ahead and change then.

[maskarang]

[ ??? ] Not yet. I still have errands to attend to. Minerva still needs her dinner, and I'd like to check on Cynthia.

[swordhandled]

--Understandable. But I do hope you get some sleep tonight, Gerome.

[maskarang]

... A trade, then. If I promise to make an earnest effort, I want something from you in return.

[swordhandled]

What would you like?