[ There's a bit of silence, until there's a shaky sigh that sounds vaguely muffled. Oria is on his bed too, and honestly, he feels upset. He won't say it nor lash out, but he's upset. ]
... I wasn't allowed to go to his funeral. I'm not even permitted to be within a hundred feet from the graveyard that his grave is in.
[ There were rumors about how Oria Severine wasn't seen at the mayor's son's funeral, which only solidified the publics' opinion of how Oria really must have killed him. ]
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... I wasn't allowed to go to his funeral. I'm not even permitted to be within a hundred feet from the graveyard that his grave is in.
[ There were rumors about how Oria Severine wasn't seen at the mayor's son's funeral, which only solidified the publics' opinion of how Oria really must have killed him. ]
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... then let's send them off together. Properly, the way they deserve. It doesn't have to be at their graves.
[ He can't go back home. He wont go back home, until he's ready.]
He liked the ocean, didn't he? We can do it there. The Twilight Shoreline.
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[ ... ]
Thanks... for hearing me out.
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[ He has ideas already. He's been thinking about this for a very long time. He exhales, soft, tired]
Does the 3rd work for you?
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[ But that's unlikely, so. ]
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[ Sinclair will make time, no matter what. And:]
I love you.
[ He feels like he needs to say that again ]
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[ He still feels a bit down, but what he says is genuine. ]
I don't think I'll log back in for the day and instead, probably smash some bowling pins out of the way.
[ He really has an entire bowling lane in his basement... ]
So I'll see you tomorrow.
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[ He's tired, sore. But he doesn't want to be alone right now.
And then when the day comes]