Until then, he needed to figure out where Apollo was. Someone else could worry about Zephyrus.]
[Filter: Apollo]
You're not in the asylum are you?
[Filter: Percival]
Are you alright?
One of my professors is from Hungary, and today I spoke with him in Hungarian for the first time. I haven't had a chance to speak with him since school started, but today we actually spoke, and he guessed my name right. I guess it's hard when there are so many students.
What is everyone going to be for Halloween? Brother, are we still doing a party?
[Every penstroke of the letter pained her physically. Somehow, Hebe held in tears for as long as possible, but a few tears escaped toward the end, splattering on the paper. Pondering if it was best to burn it and rewrite it, she worried her lip to the point that it bled. She felt like the worst person in the world, just the worst. Was someone's love really worth abandoning her family, if only for a little while, to be happy?
You're so selfish she chided herself angrily, pausing with the letter before a lit candle. But rather than burning it, Hebe set to folding it up in a nice envelope. The letter would find itself on the kitchen table later on, but before venturing downstairs, she snuck as quietly as possible into her brother's room to kiss them goodbye. Neither stirred, thankfully, and so on quiet feet, she left. With the kitten stowed away in her handbag, she bid her house farewell and disappeared into the night for Raven's house.
The letter reads ( as follows: )[ filter; menelaus & demeter ]
I'm so so so so sorry
[ filter; raven ]
I'll be there in fifteen minutes.
[ filter; hyacinth ]
I'm making a horrible mistake, but I need you to tell me it'll be okay.
[ War was something interesting to Percival. It wasn't the battle he feared, not when he believed in his own strength and knew he'd taken lives before -- rather, it was the prospect of the war taking so long, he wouldn't be able to see his brothers or attend their weddings. Maybe if his brothers hadn't existed, going to war might've been less difficult, but they did, and this was his duty. He wouldn't give it up, not for his own selfishness.
Asking Daphne to station him away from the front lines and being approved of it had been a blessing. He owed it to his brothers not to die that fast, and though Daphne had been spared that information, he understood she trusted him. That was enough. The expedition into Camelot had gone well in the first two days. It was on the third day that Iriy caught on with open fire.
So he guessed it was time to report in.]
[ filter; daphne, visible to tenjin and agravaine ]Daph Marshal, we're in a bit of trouble. We got into Camelot, and they've got no one stationed along the border so getting in wasn't a problem -- but Iriy caught us. We're waiting them out, but I lost about two dozen men. We took out as many as we could, though if they haven't reported us in by now, I'd be really surprised.
[ filter; hyacinth & raven ]
I'll come back to you, I promise.
[Uriel had been in an off mood all day, and coming home to Death, he'd been drained beyond measure. Earlier that morning, a patient had died on his table, having bled for profusely that it would've been impossible to save her. Her name had been Elizabeth -- a rather pretty name, he thought later -- and he'd been the one to contact her family.
And so he came home to his wife with hands so clean, it was as if he hadn't dealt with death mere hours ago. The death of a patient was never easy. But Uriel knew better than to take it personally. If the Maker took, then there was nothing he could do, yet still it bothered him so. Not enough to speak about it, but enough to allow his mood to suffer for it.
Still awake and unable to sleep, he would consult his journal for a second opinion.]
[filtered away from death, in-laws, and all family]
How is one meant to deal with the death of a patient?