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He lifted his gaze to meet Candace's, feeling just as tired as she sounded.

"You should rest," he told her quietly, and squeezed her fingers as though to let her know he was fine without saying it aloud. Stepping closer, he stood on his tiptoes and kissed her bruised cheek before sliding his hand free and stepping away. He would see her after he rested - after they both rested - but for now she was all right.

And so was Eva.

For a moment, Gale just stood there, watching her walk towards him, and his chest seemed a little too tight, inhaling a short breath.

She was alive.

Her arms reached out to him for a hug, and Gale wrapped his around her waist, feeling his heart clatter in his chest, a feeling of overwhelming relief sweeping through him just at the sight of her.

"As you can see, I kept my promise about not dying. I see that you have too."

When she pulled away, Gale reached up his hand and very gently touched her cheek with his fingertips.

"I'm glad you didn't have to break your promise," he said quietly, and dropped his hand, moving around her and making his way slowly and silently towards the showers to finally get clean and take a very, very long nap.

"And I'm glad I could keep mine to you."

Squatting down next to Dakota, Marcus scowled. "Of course not. How the ******** could I? You're such an annoy perverted d**k face I think I would need therapy to forget you." His words didn't match his actions and he moved to pull Dakota into a hug. "And ******** you. I survived and no,you can't have Cass." He hugged him tighter. "And we're not married yet ******** face and you can't bleed out I'll take you to the ******** infirmary. I didn't want to see you just to see you die goddamn it."

Getting up, he pushed at Dakota again. "Get the ******** up Dakota or I'll kick you again. kick you and drag you to the Infirmary."

"I will, right after I get a shir--" Now that was a surprise. Candace was actually thrown off by the sudden kiss against her cheek; it was purely out of surprise, though his lips pressing against her bruise did hurt a little. It wasn't painful enough to flinch and push him away. Candace returned the sentiment, giving Gale a kiss against his temple and one last hug and then watched him leave. He'd be fine. They were safe now.

Candace winced and held her head with both hands as a rush of sounds flooded her head. It sounded like...laughter? ********. This wasn't Atropos. I'm right here. That was Atropos. That was the voice that drowned out the laughter and brought her comfort. Candace sighed and nodded, making her way to where she saw clothes being kept. The sweats were unflattering but better than what she had. Candace was so angry over the loss of her Mist coat, she'd have to find a new one. Goddamnit.

But for now? Sleep. She made a beeline for the first empty bed she could find, curling up under its blanket and falling asleep almost the moment her head hit the pillow.

Clerise trudged through the portal, rage leaving her even as she was ushered through.

This wasn't home, but christ, she didn't really give a ********.



Neither would anyone else, really. Memories of Danica had really thrown the redhead for a loop-- she looked as though she had seen a ghost. Even in death, she had been saccharine sweet and yielding--

but so cold.

Clerise was so ******** tired. Tired and weary and little else. Introspection would have to wait until later.



Please come back soon. I miss you.

He'd nudged his bro. No apologies necessary.The albino was barely moving, legs like sludge and eyes wide but unseeing. He wanted a nap, just a nap, but could he sleep with unusual whispers on the edge of his consciousness? He needed to find his friends. Make sure they were okay.

The nudge made Bix turned, his pale skin showing the dark circles of exhaustion. A twitch happened in his eye every time some sound teased in his mind, just out of reach.

"Bro.." He smiled a bit, pulling the surly Misty into a hug, but it was brief. "Glad you're okay." Bix didn't wait for a response before peeling away and veering towards the bunks like a zombie.

Where was Molly? He needed to apologize before he laid down.

Sherry took in the sight of the underground base in silence. She listened as the trainees were told about the arrangements. I wonder what is happening upstairs...



True. As usual, what Armagnac said made sense. Sherry was grateful for that voice in her head, it helped to shut out the faint laughter. A shiver ran down her spine.



Sherry nodded, and turned to see about getting cleaned up.

Before's instincts had him tensing at the contact, arms ready to rise to either block of shove himself away. He never got the chance to resist or reciprocate because Bix was quick to let go. Left to himself, Before wondered if there was more to the hasty gesture that simply Bix wanted to get some rest ASAP. He rushed forward, placing a hand on the tall Sunny's shoulder and stating softly, "Glad to see you're okay too."

Then he was off, stumbling on his own feet in search of Tori. He hadn't seen her since that Phoenix thing emerged and oh God, what had he been babbling at the time? He remembered calling out for Ariane of all people and it just. No. Just no. Desperately he searched, realizing too late that he'd bumped into someone. At the moment, there was no apologies from Before.

Before canted his head at the apology, mildly unaccustomed to being on the receiving end. And at first he questioned the female Misty's sincerity but thankfully she quickly segued into a different topic. "Forget about it," he decided, waving a gloved hand in dismissal despite having been the one at fault. "Senses are a bit shot. Y-you haven't seen Story, have you?" he asked, teal eyes wide in concern and panic over the what became of the Lifer. He was completely oblivious to the fact that most of his fellow Hunters didn't know the little names he'd given the people he'd met.