Damn it. Of all the people it could have taken... [Up until North arrived, he'd have wished the damn castle took South instead. But he wouldn't wish that on North. And that was the sound of something hitting the wall. Hard. But hey, it's the castle. It can be fixed.] Just, be careful out there. And if you need anything, get in touch, York. I'll be here. Think the castle either likes me or hates more too damn much to get rid of me.

And while it's not exactly the same, I remember all too well what it is to lose someone here and know they'd go back to hell. If you need to talk, let me know.