War Is Coming Communications.

So, how does a woman get ahold of a handgun? I'd feel a lot safer if I had one. I have one back home, so I won't be an idiot with a new one.

well that was different.

everyone all right then?

Before Joan was taken by the seal we had talked about starting a private detective agency. I do not want to go back to being a consultant, but I do still want to help people. Still, I am not sure I can do it alone. Would anyone be interested in helping me with this endeavor? I would also need advice on how to start. If anyone could help I would be greatly appreciative.

I don't
There's no easy

We need to talk.

»I still maintain this is your fault
»Just so you know.

[Texts to Elijah]
»So
»How're things?

I know we've got people hooking each other up with food and board, but what about all that other stuff that people need? Clothes? Phones? Replacements for some of the essentials that got blasted to bits when everything went all explodey?

If you're like me, you're not made out of money, so getting all that stuff back is likely to be tough going. Fortunately for you, if there's anyone who knows how to survive without a wad of green in their pocket, it's me. I've got a certain knack for picking up items on the DL and I can do it for you guys if you tell me exactly what it is you need.

So? Any takers? Bueller?

So next time something explodes and I hit my head, remind me to plan ahead and not be there. Muggle hospitals are the worst. Too many pokey needles and things and not enough actual healing. I think they're letting me go home tomorrow. I've probably overstayed my welcome, but not really having a home to go back to... well, plenty of you know about that.

[Dad]

Where are you
I'm really sorry about
Please be okay

Hi.

I don't actually know if you're still here. I know Mum was gone before the thing, but I was in hospital for a few days after the explosion. I mean, I guess I already said all that up there. I'd just really really really like to know that you're all right. And still here.

I don't even think I expect to Well, that's all, I guess. I love you.

I can't fix what I've done. Here. At home. To you, to people you care about. Nothing I can say or do will ever change it. You have no reason to trust me. You have no reason to believe me. And I don't expect you to. You've seen it all and heard it all before. From me, from people just like me, and to what end usually? Ending up exactly where you started, so what's the point. I'm not looking for pity, or sympathy or trying to play any games with you. I'm just...done.

I've decided that maybe some people can change, that they have the right amount of pliability about them that they can do it. I've figured out I am not one of those people. I'm tired of playing into roles I think people want me to be in. I can not be compartmentalized. I'm not looking for redemption. I've realized...I can't. Because I'll never really be sorry for any of it. And given the chance to do it all over again, I'd do every single bit of it the exact same way.

So...throw your stones and cast me aside like yesterday's news, wish me dead, whatever you want to do. I'm just going to play whatever minor part I can in this war and then maybe none of you will have to deal with me again if I decide to just disappear.

[Elijah]
I will do whatever it takes to prove to you I'm serious. About you. About us. No more lies. No more games. Nothing. Just you and me and nothing else.

Anyone else thinking of taking Loki up on his offer to tattoo people?

He turned her.

Elijah, he turned her.

Without a care for my opinion or what I would do.

.....They really do imagine I'm like Mikael don't they?