Czeslaw's gone. His door and everything is blank.

. . . I don't really think he made many friends while he was here, but. I'm going to light a candle for him, if anybody wants to join me.

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[It's quiet and still in here, which is good; it matches how Cassel is feeling. Quiet and still, like a windless world. He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. He can feel himself grieving, but it's muted, as though muffled by layers and layers of cloth.]

[With aching fingers he carves Czeslaw's name into a white candle, uses his lighter to light it. After a moment of watching the flame, he carves another name - Slevin's - into another candle, and Daneca's into a third, and hopes (doesn't pray) that they wake.]

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[Cassel doesn't really mind being shuffled from one warden to another. It's not like he expected anything different. People, normal people, even superhero-normal-people, don't mesh well with Sharpes. But Kon's gone away for a good reason, and there's even a chance - however slim - that he'll come back.]

[For now, he wants to dig Cass up, because she's supposed to be watching him now and he wants to get a measure of her. Besides which, Chris likes her. It's a weird combo, to be friends with his warden and his best friend, and Cassel has to figure it out firsthand.]

[When he pokes his head into the common room on Level One, she's lounging on the couch. He knocks on the doorframe.]

Hey.

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[The rest of the day's spent outside, on deck. He looks over the side now, but he's not crazed, not anymore. Just a little wistful. Mostly he sits on piles of rope and watches space pass on buy, one of Lila's cigarettes between his fingers, smoke curling out through parted lips. He makes smoke rings and grins at himself.]

[Everything feels a little hollow and fouled inside of him now. Cassel Sharpe is all alone, except for maybe one person. And he's starting to wonder if maybe this is Hell, or something, to be alone like this, to have the most important thing in his life taken away from him right when he's finally won, to be followed by everything that's important.]

[He's not depressed, though, not really. Just numb. So he smiles into this freaky space-wind and blows a long stream of smoke. Right here, right now, it smells like Lila, and that means he has to carry on.]

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Barron left. My brother's gone.

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[See Cassel. See Cassel run. See Cassel run around the inside of this goddamn box with a dog at his heels. For the first time since his death at Syo's hands, he looks ruffled, afraid. He stops at every window, looking out into the black, but Patches barks at him and he backs away.]

[He feels like a rat in a maze, a cat in a cage.]


( ooc; takes place after this & this )