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Luidaeg was stunned. Of course, he knew the Four Clans could not continue as they had, their home was destroyed, many of their people gone, much knowledge lost. But... this really brought it home. He ran a finger over the woven copper of his bracelet from the jewelcrafting class, now doubly glad he had kept it as a memento.

He also took a moment to mourn for his little Teruu, unimportant perhaps in the grand scale of things, but still a loss that he would not forget.

He knew he would have to leave soon, return to his own people. He hoped that some day he could return, a true student rather than just a visitor, and perhaps see how the Four... no, the Lost Clan was doing. They still had a core, they would never be the same, but they could become something new and no less wonderful, given time. He just hoped to be able to witness some of it.

Julian gently took one of her wrists, entangling her arms so that he could hold her hand, giving it a small squeeze.
"Don't be sorry. I'm the one that k-keeps messing this up," he replied, wings and tail drooping a little in shame. He was messing things up again, just as he always did. He could never get anything right. His classes, taking Tahki out on a date, being a proper, social demon like his family. He was always dropping books on people and tripping over himself and saying the wrong things. He couldn't protect anyone, he couldn't even tell his parents what was going on in his life. He always sent his two middle brothers huge letters about his fears and the terrible things happening at school while he sent ones a quarter of that or smaller to his parents, telling them only the good things. He couldn't even keep Lumi happy for more than a few moments.

The voices he was hearing, the whispers, surely they were other students. They were saying how stupid he looked, how he couldn't get anything right. It hurt knowing that, but it hurt more knowing that it was true. How could it not be?
"You really are some kind of amazing." And she was. She had done so much better than he would have if he was in her shoes.

"I'll send you pictures, I'll even hold up papers with your name on it, they'll have to believe you then, right?" Julian manage to get his smile back. Maybe it was wrong, maybe he wasn't a complete failure. Okay, so he was some kind of a failure, but just not a total, absolute one. It was better than nothing, right?

He didn't think any ghouls would fight over him. He had ghouls for friends, but none of them had ever seemed interested, not in the way he saw other ghouls with boils. Not like Sin and Rosc were. He just smiled and shook his head.
"They won't believe me either." For the moment, he had completely forgotten about the picture on his phone, the one they had taken together on Death. It would be his proof later, but it would also be a reminder, of what they lost and how happy they had been if only for a little while.

Julian gave her another squeeze and pulled away.
"Come on... I think it's time we should go, don't want to be left behind."

"-- I promise."

"I promise that I won't forget." Tears streamed down Lacie's face. For those who had suffered, for those who had lost something or someone..

Lumi nodded as she followed him, this wouldn't be goodbye. He had promised, and no matter what those voices tried to say she knew deep down he was being honest about keeping in touch. Her eyes watered slightly as she looked around at the other students and the remaining horsemen. This was so hard, the insructors she had respected for their talents she wasn't sure if they were all safe or if they had perished. Getting closer to Julian she knew that things would not be the same. Time would only tell if that was good or bad, but right now it was a time to remember those they had lost.

[Exit]

Kemnebi watched the back and forth between Medea and the school officials with little interest. The ghoul was merely glad to be alive and without those annoying voices in her head. The panther shifter was tired, not sleepy, just emotionally exhausted by the last few weeks. Whether the last members of the clans came to this school or not wasn't really her problem

When the bogeyman thanked her and the other students for coming, Nebi nodded distractedly, thinking of her own school, her own home. The ghoul stood to leave, hearing Medea's last words as she left the gymnasium.

"All paths lead to the same end."

Kemnebi couldn't help the shudder.

Draven had barely noticed he'd fallen asleep, and then he was groggy and the gym. The air of room was not lost to him, nor was the fact that the gym was crowded. As his senses returned, Draven did his best to make sense of what had transpired. He got little chance to contemplate before being beckoned to follow with the other students.

Draven's heart was heavy as he followed, remembering. It grew even heavier when he listened to the last remaining ruler of the Clans. Of The Lost Clan. It had been beautiful, what he had seen of their home. And now, there was nothing left. Nothing but the memories.

As the ruler left, and everyone began to disperse, Draven thought. Remembered. It was all very somber, and not in the way his week with the Death Clan had been. No, this was also sad.

For the second time in his life, Draven promised to remember. Then he turned to go back to his room.

Sleep came quickly, sudden and powerful, powerful enough to drive away dreams, and the horrific visions of a proud clan quartet's way of life, blown nearly to smithereens. To demi if felt like an endless black sea, just continuing to drift down and down and down.

until a firm slap to the face jarred the hound to his senses. disorientated, but still alert, he could feel his prone body being half dragged, half walked to another location, his feet providing no sense of support or balance, just along for the ride. SO tired, Damien was so exhausted, why did they have to appear so soon? he fully expected the group to find them after last time, to put a lid on whatever happened and sweep it under the rug, but not so quickly.

It was only then did he notice where they were, the scent of woods long since explored and the familiar sight of the long branches in the pale sky. they were home. he was home, a home that wasn't blown up. a home that the remaining clan members fled to with them. Sure it was the gym's interior but still, home.

A Home.

A nostalgic feeling seeped into his core as he tried to keep his emotions in check. only to hear the voices talking around them. talk of containment. Quarantined. The simple pleasure of a familiar location was still just yet out of reach. all because of a spare day that went horribly awry. Was it just them?

No he could smell the scents of the clan members nearby, those that managed to escape with them had fled here. except they were being led away, and after a moment of speculation, he found himself walking along. To the woods that he loved to explore, the section after listening closely to the boogeymans explanation, was going to be a brand new home for them. The tribe that was almost lost.

Out of all the words, the etiquette and the explanations, there was at least one part that reached his ears clearly.
Remember us.

The phrase burned itself into the recess of his mind, the collective assembly of personalities that saw many wonders, experienced many ordeals, learned many things and respected what the horsemen had-.... Have. He had no choice but to remember and take Medeas final words to heart.

It was as if she wasn't surprised by the result. the Priestesses were a mysterious bunch.

Now, after the dismissal, it was time to check on things.

To make sure no one from Amity met the same end as the islands, that their own paths still lay ahead with his.