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He knew what the look was about, the fact he hesitated to make eye contact said that much. He only shook his head, glancing up at the sky silently a moment, then back down. She could guess, he honestly believe she would be able to guess his feelings. That he'd wanted to see her smiling at the end. He offered the pathetic smile he had practically coined at that point.

He didn't know what else to do but let her get it out, lightly hugging the girl. She'd just been told she was nothing, like the rest of them. A bit ironic. He'd said that before without a second thought, and how true it was. Even if things were real now, soon no one would remember them. Andrew's words were pretty, but they were not the other. The person in the mirror was not him. And he was... not them. No... he was a fragment of that person.

A piece... one that was merely meant to break and die when told. Such was his purpose.

A low sigh as he tilted his head, watching as more and more entered. The call seemed so urgent, trying to pull at him, but he didn't care. Even if it wanted him he didn't care. The pale gray eyes merely watched in silence, toward the heavens. What waited above? It was hard to say...

Moriko nodded to Sigrun, afraid of what was to come next. "I..." She took a deep breath. She had heard the voice, she knew what was coming, and yet what she was about to do was the hardest thing in the world.

"Sig, I don't know what's going to happen next. I know the voice it said... well that this," She gestured the world around them. "isn't real. That' we're not real. I don't want to believe it. I can't eve begin to imagine not being real but there is one thing that I know. You're real to me. I don't want to lose you again, but I'm afraid that this world is coming to an end. "

She closed her eyes and breathed deep again as tears began to stream down her face. "I..." She choked on her words, not wanting what to say what she needed to say. "I'm afraid that this might be goodbye. No matter what happens next, know that I love you."

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Jerry had been left behind in the rush... the rest- he couldn't think of them as the Blue Kingdom any more, could he? They had hurried forth and with good reason. He wobbled, but Roar was right behind him. He had to catch up, and they could rescue Harrison and get home and be done with all of this. Pretend it never happened.

But it did.

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Name: Jerry Collins & Roar
HP: 50/50
Kingdom: Blue
Description: A guy with some scars, a hawaiian shirt, and a betrayal toward his buddy he just stabbed :C

He leveled his gaze at Nevena. Unstoppable force, meet immovable object. "How reassuring."

"But she did," he responded bitterly to the false Amrita's claim, tuning out the nonsense. He refused to look in her direction, turning his nose up and off to the opposite way. "I have known her nearly all my life. When I was poisoned at a royal ball, she saved me from death. The first spy in our kingdom, we executed together. When I said she would have ruled alongside me, I meant it. She was strong, and noble, and beautiful, unparalleled in battle, unmatched in wit. I Named her the Moon, the light that belongs to the darkness."

He finally did shoot her a look. The same stubbornness, unrelenting fury. Even in his darkest hour he could only grieve his losses with bloodshed. To hold back from it was more painful than anything. "I loved her, and you took her from me. As you seek to take everything else."

Sun's intervention was a welcome distraction from wanting to wrap his claws around the imposter's neck.

"But... you're alive-" Unlike the others, pale imitations of the Shadows they once were, Sun was still real. He looked hard at her single eye, searching for a hint, anything, to indicate anything less than absolute conviction. He found nothing but brutal honesty. And yet... especially so close to the source of the Voice, it was hard to give up so easily on the purpose he had been created for. "What did you see?"

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Senga stepped into the base of the tower with a look of mild curiosity gracing his features. His chest rose and fell in steady breaths - something he himself almost found surprising considered he'd just been granted the knowledge that he was just a fragment of someone else entirely. But the knowledge had also left him with a choice; stay and linger in the confusion that it left, or move forward.

The swords master's eyes flickered to the staircase spiraling upwards into the gloom. No one around seemed to be from the kingdom he'd been placed in. Not even Jay. The young adult scuffed a heel across the floor and moved for the only place left to go.

Up.

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(ENTER)

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed. There were no stars in the sky, no sun or moon to look to for guidance. Merope kept his hood up as he entered the tower, one hand gripped tightly on his staff. There were citizens from other kingdoms here, each of them moving the same direction he was. He couldn't help but to feel a seething jealousy towards them, one that he tried to keep in check by squeezing his staff tighter.

A sigh was enough to make him loosen his grip. They were tired, weren't they? Exertion, a side effect of being alive. He was a Shadow, an undead creature both in dream and in reality. Fatigue was a difficult concept for him, mimicked only by boredom.

As he neared the base of the tower, the sound of familiar voices slowed his steps. Merope raised his gaze, staring at the cluster of Shadows. He stopped, leaning against his staff to watch and listen.

[[Enter from the Pillars]]

The light dissipated, she was still confused she didn't know what was going on. She was a fake, she wasn't real, but how could that be possible. She could remember Roch how mad he had gotten when she bit him. Smirking slightly, she looked around the voice had said she would be able to say good bye. She no longer felt any need to fight for her kingdom if she was fake, but she would like to see Roch tell him how she felt tell him good bye, since all this would be gone. Seeing him for a split second she started forward before something else caught her attention.

There was a boy on the ground he looked familiar she had seen him in the mirror. Her ears twitching slightly as she slowly felt herself walking towards him, 'I'm sorry Lumi' stopping dead in her tracks she looked at him as he died.

"How...do..does he know my name?"

She stared at the boy that had bird features and felt a soft tug somewhere. She was making Roch wait, turning back once again she noticed the body dissipating. Maybe she'd see him again and be able to ask how he knew her name. Turning she ran towards the tower, she needed to tell Roch.

He had been nothing, and for that moment he had felt peaceful. Wilson couldn’t remember the last time he had felt that tranquil. It was the closest to bliss he had felt since he could remember. He wanted to say years, but perhaps even his memories were fake. Perhaps he was only days old. He was just another fragment, after all, but now he knew what it truly meant to be without grief. Wilson had known grief his entire existence, but now it was just another emotion to feel just like all the others.

Then something tugged at him; the pieces of him at least. They were drawn together like pieces of cosmic debris attracted due to gravity. There was no more grief, replaced only by a soft longing that he couldn’t quite describe. A longing for change, perhaps?

When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his usual white uniform anymore. It was simpler, a shade of grey—or rather, a shade of silver that had a dim sheen in the light. Wilson curled and uncurled his fists before turning toward the tower. He looked up. Ah, yes. There was something he had to do. Something he had to change.

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