Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-26517142-20160919173905

(Let it be so, BT..... )

Jeiel crumples the paper slowly. It falls from his grip...

....lands on the floor...

His eyes run wet in tears.... He sinks to the floor, fists tightened. He doesn't know what emotion to convey. He was lost.

"Why now.... WHY THIS WAY?!?!"

He begins to shake.

"Septius.... you idiot.... you didn't have to... "

A warm feeling hugs Jeiel from behind. Sebyl had crouched, her hands crossed in the middle of his chest. The rest of the Paths hug him from every end as he continued to sob..

"Too many....

Too many had suffered....

Too many had gone for his sake......

...for the person known as Jeiel Yozama...."

Circe silently ponders in the recesses of Jeiel's mind, tapping at something that she knew was an ominous warning.

A black chasm.

"Jeiel. Your time.... is about to end."

...... and once you are gone... what will everyone be, but a memory?" She shakes her head.

She leaves, just as a flash appears where Matris leaves her bed, shows the small Olivander the ruler, and he mumbles to him..

"Welcome.... little Septimus Olivander..."

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Thus begins.... the deletion.

(BZZT.)