Episode 110

[spongetastic]

[Peter is sitting in a hallway of the Event Horizon. His shoulder has a homemade bandage taken from strips of his jacket, and there are bloody marks on his neck and cheek. He hasn't bothered to wipe them off. He plays with a strip of his jacket, weaving it between his fingers. He speaks, though he doesn't seem to be talking to anyone visible]

Pieces of string... Change one thing and you change everything. You thought you were so smart. Thought you could do it right. But the string broke like fragile butterfly wings.

[he pauses, sucking in a sharp breath as the hallucination changes]

Gone. All gone. Quiet and empty... forever.


[ooc: journal or action available. Please go here if you want the encounter to go violently]

Comments

Dictated

[spongetastic]

Then that's the answer. It must be done.

Dictated

[hardenedimmortal]

No.

[It came over as a groan, a helpless and desperate sort of tone mixing in with it]

Peter, please don't. Think of Phoebe. She needs you.

Dictated

[spongetastic]

It'll help her. It'll help everyone.

Dictated

[hardenedimmortal]

Before you do anything, Peter, give us a chance. Give us a chance to do something. Please?

Dictated

[spongetastic]

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

Dictated

[hardenedimmortal]

Peter.

[The desperation, the helplessness, it all came through right then]

Dictated

[spongetastic]

[that tone of voice doesn't touch him, which in itself says how far he's already gone. How lost he is in his own mind]

Eight minutes before midnight.

Dictated

[hardenedimmortal]

I'm sorry I couldn't save you, Peter.