Chapter Twenty-Two

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Kate Beckett left the castle this morning.

If anyone needs me, I'll be at the Death Match getting shit out of my head drunk.

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[putuporshutup]

[She sighs.]

That'll pretty much do it, and if it doesn't, it'll be catching a little whiff of her every so often, and knowing that she's not really there.

[thebestseller]

[Castle takes an inhale of the scotch at that, before sipping appreciatively.]

And then pretty much everything will remind me of her.

[putuporshutup]

[Meg sips when he does, and is quiet for a few moments afterwards. There's not much to add to that train of thought that doesn't make her want to burst out crying for the millionth time, so she opts for quiet. Thankfully, good scotch means you don't always have to talk. When she does finally speak, it's quietly.]

I'm sorry, Rick. I wish I didn't, but trust me, I know exactly how you feel. I wish you didn't have to go through this, too.

[thebestseller]

[Castle held the scotch glass in both hands and stared down into it, willing himself into control.]

Yeah. None of us should have to. I mean... I guess it's no different from back home, where we can't predict how and when we're going to go, but... this is in the bizarre magic castle, so who knows what happens to us when we leave?