THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[strangerpeople]

THE FIRST INVESTIGATION

[Friday morning dawns. It's a surprisingly brisk day; the winds are cold outside, and the sky is dark with its lack of sky. Well, a normal sky that one would be used to, at least.

The rats can be heard scurrying to and forth, in the walls. All seems to be as normal as it can be, this morning.]

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[biddentodance]

[Ten minutes leaves fifty. One hour. It's always one hour, isn't it? And doesn't that tell him exactly what needs to be done?

He steels himself. Even his glass hands stop shaking. And there's something more hardened in his eyes. After all, in many ways, SEES has made a soldier of him.]

Five minutes. Don't have time for more.

[katzenpfote]

Yes, you do.

[He knows that look.]

We have it handled. You do not have to be the hero in every situation. Now stop it. There is no one you need to prove yourself to, and we will need you to be thinking clearly. Right now, I do not think you are.

[biddentodance]

Not a hero. [His tone may be neutral, but the sheer amount of finality in it... He's no hero. He never was.

He's a failure.

But that doesn't mean he gets to stop moving.]

Time never waits.

[katzenpfote]

It doesn't. But we need you to not fall apart... and if you try to fake it, you will.