Rufus Catch-All

[misstrust]

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[soulus]

The conditions have been met. All that remains is the monster . . .

[misstrust]

We still don't know all that much about it yet, do we...

Really, this all still seems so fantastical to me. A memory-devouring monster, getting to know a demon...

[soulus]

Monsters and demons are hardly unique. There are stranger beings here.

[misstrust]

Yes, but nothing like that where I'm from. I doubt the others would believe me if I told them about everything I'd experienced here.

[soulus]

. . . Will you?

[misstrust]

... Maybe not everything. [ Beatrice would die. ]

But I'll tell them about you.

[soulus]

There's no need to share unnecessary details.

[misstrust]

Only the necessary parts, understood.

[ Dorothy is quiet for a moment, and then she sighs softly under her breath. ]

... It's about time for us to say goodbye for now, right?

[soulus]

. . . Yes.

[Having no expectations means that he won't have hopes for tomorrow's outcome. Either way, this is where they part.

Sensing that it's time to go, Rupe climbs onto his feet and pads back to Rufus, who slides his hand into a pocket. He takes a step toward Dorothy, pulls out a mini bottle of alcohol, and sets it down on the floor before straightening. Wordlessly, he turns around to excuse himself.]

[misstrust]

...

[ Dorothy stares at the alcohol-- from... well, she doesn't remember when they'd received it, but it had to have been fairly early.

And she lets out a soft, almost strained laugh.

When you were trained by the Farm, "goodbye" wasn't a thing that happened. This is one of the kinder acknowledgments. ]

Capricious again...

[ Goodbye, Rufus. ]