2.3 ✞dictated.

[bloodsugar]

[filter to: Elektra]

When you get this -- get back to me right away, alright?

[/end filter.]

[filter to friends & acquaintances of 'Charlie,' aka The Question; dictated]

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but... it seems Charlie's gone back-- ah. Home.

[...;( luckily, not too many people know what that means for the poor bastard.

Abel doesn't have much more to say than that; it seems all good things come to an end and this is no exception. his 'family' here couldn't last forever, and it had been... very good, while it lasted. time to go give what's left of it a big hug; the journal shuts quietly. he'll get back to your replies if you when he's done SQUISHING THE LIFE out of certain adorable children and badass women in a most conciliatory fashion.]

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[bloodsugar]

[rubbing the back of his head... hnnn ;(]

We don't know where he'll be, Wade. And if it's to another city, another place like the rest of us, then... at least he'll be oblivious and happy.

[alive.]

[mouthiness]

He's not. You guys were just a fluke. I don't know if you've noticed but things that make people happy here don't really happen much.

[Pessimism is awesome]

[bloodsugar]

...You don't know that. Are you really going to dismiss the possibility that he could still be out there? Come back one day?

[mouthiness]

Yes. Because I don't want to live here forever just hoping he'll be back. Me and hope don't really get along. It's very rude.

[bloodsugar]

Is it really better than thinking he's just-- gone, and the memories with him?

[mouthiness]

[Flails his arms a little while rants. He wants to run around and scream but that'll have to do for now]

No! It'd be better if he was here! But it's better than sitting around thinking 'Gee I sure hope Charlie is maybe ok in some place without any of his real memories where he may or may not ever come back than back home dead!' Do either of those sound any good to you?! There are no good options! Everything about this is horrible and it won't be getting better!

[bloodsugar]

[it's hardly his place to chide someone else -- especially someone grieving for a loss. he knows that, but...]

...You're right. There is no 'good' option.

But the hope that he might be okay, maybe even happy -- even if he's being deceived... you can't tell me that's not better than him being dead. He could come back. He could remember.

[there is a silver lining... you have to see it, Wade, because grief has a way of eating you up otherwise.]

[mouthiness]

[He's not someone you should be talking about hope to though. He's got a long standing grudge you see.]

And tomorrow I could grow wings and become an angel. But that won't happen! I won't hope for anything because there's no point. You can hope all you want but it won't change a damn thing about anything. It's just one more thing to crush you when everything falls down around your ears.

[bloodsugar]

...What is the alternative?

[no... he knows what the alternative is, and it isn't pretty.]

[mouthiness]

Personally, when I'm done with you I'm planning on getting drunk and breaking things. Probably find some people to fight. I'll cope.

[Dodging the actual question? Who, Deadpool? Nooooo]

[bloodsugar]

[he notices that, dear boy. :| Abel hesitates, before heaving a sigh and nudging glasses a bit further up his nose.]

...The both of you are insufferably stubborn, you know that? You deserve each other.

[mouthiness]

[Way to twist the knife bro. His shoulder's slump, some of the anger leaving him]

Yeah... Thanks for that.

[bloodsugar]

[he takes a little step closer... and rests his hand on his shoulder.]

Maybe you can't hold out hope, Wade. So... I guess I'll keep some for both of us, alright?

Charlie may be living another life, or... stuck in limbo, somewhere -- but he isn't going to forget how much you mean to him where it counts. That's something no one can take away.

[mouthiness]

That's a lot of hope you got there Padre. If that's how you want to deal with... At least it sounds nice though. I think that's the main point. I'm sure someone out there would appreciate it.

[bloodsugar]

But not you, hm?

[mouthiness]

Well... I appreciate the effort?

[bloodsugar]

[it's okay bro ;; he just hates to know you're going through this and there's nothing he can... do, to make it better.]

...I guess I might not be able to raise your hopes, but... maybe there's something else I can do?

[make sure you're not pathetic and drunk alone? ...well, he said get in a fight was ok his to do list and he could... punch him if it made him feel better AHDKSKDN he doesn't know okay just don't be too sad-- ;;]

[mouthiness]

Can't raise what isn't there.

Not really, no. [He's kinda planning on drinking and crying first while he throws a fit in his room. The fights will probably be later ffffff] Unless you got an idea.

[bloodsugar]

[sob Wade no...]

...Hm. I could probably come up with a few...

[mouthiness]

Now? Or do you want me to come back later when the smoke's done coming out of your ears?

[bloodsugar]

--hey, hey... don't get impatient on me, alright?

Look, why don't we head inside where it's not quite so frigidly cold? I can make you some tea...? [or we can go get wasted... whatever.]

[mouthiness]

...Got anything stronger than tea?

[Fuck tea he wants to be drunk]

[bloodsugar]

...I might be able to whip something up. [castle wishes are good for something, Wade! :3]

You're not a lightweight, are you?

[mouthiness]

[Him? Lightweight? LAUGH]

Healing factor, remember? It might help if I drink some turpentine. Or if you get a bucket.

[bloodsugar]

Ah, right, right...! Silly me. [good! good. then they can play some drinking games to lighten the... mood, or something. no shame, man.]

Come on, then. In you go. Follow me, alright? I think I have something that'll do the trick.