I hug Dark tightly from behind and squeeze Him a little. I just stay quiet to offer comfort.

(He places a hand over one of yours, in a silent acknowledgement of your support. Though He has grieved over the death of His first Mate, the sense of loss never fades. One just learns to go on living… in spite of the pain. And, as someone who is truly immortal, living is all He can do.)


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Mostly, I write stuff. And, like the Egyptians and the Internet, I put cat pictures on my walls. Also, I can read your Tarot.