[legacy]

[antreegonist]

*at some point in time, there are two knights walking slowly back towards the castle and through the Great Hall, should anyone be looking for them.*

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[antreegonist]

*P-POKES HIS BEFORE TAKING IT, JUST. IS THIS REAL? IS THIS HAPPENING. THIS IS HAPPENING???*

[brotagonist]

[takes his carefully, as if it might break]

But...

[maladaptive]

[crosses her arms, looking away]

[sobstory]

[folds her hands after giving the bracelets]

Yes...?

[brotagonist]

[looks at both of them in turn]

The games—

[antreegonist]

Shouldn't we still--couldn't we--? I was going to ask, if this ever happened--

[sobstory]

... I am not sure. What do you want to ask for?

[maladaptive]

[shakes her head]

Mmm . . . I think, there's better things you can be doing, even if we could find a way.

[brotagonist]

Better things?

[antreegonist]

Like what?

[sobstory]

Well... when your memories came, there was... something else. Something unusual.

[maladaptive]

We thought maybe you would have more of an idea.

[brotagonist]

Unusual?

[antreegonist]

What kind of unusual?

[sobstory]

It was actually Nicholas who found it... it was a story.

[maladaptive]

About a sword.

[brotagonist]

...

[this sounds familiar]

[antreegonist]

...

Where'd he find it?

[sobstory]

The margins, I think it was.

[maladaptive]

[waves a hand]

Where everything falls in between . . .

[brotagonist]

With our memories? But how did it get out there? That story—

[antreegonist]

...we gave it to Anansi -- if it's the same one.

[sobstory]

The same one... was it a story about a sword that could cut the threads of fate, and the bindings of stories?

[maladaptive]

So you do recognize it?

[brotagonist]

We— that guy asked us to write something for him. A long time ago.

[...looks over at Mithos; holy shit]