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[Tobias... doesn't look so good right now. The holidays had been nice, with people around him, but he couldn't help but think about the person who should be around, celebrating the holidays with him.]
[Should be, but isn't. Can't. Even if she came here somehow before -]
[- it'd be weird, knowing she was supposed to be dead.]
[So it's with the Lake of Rage in the background that Tobias looks up at the camera, blinking slowly. Maybe he should have set it to text, but whatever. It's too late now.]
If you... wanted to honor someone who wasn't here... who'd died... how would you do it? They... she was a hero. She died a hero. So I want to do something, but I don't... it's not like I have her ashes with me.
I know... that as long as I'm around, she's... I mean she's dead, but... I still remember her. I still...
... But she's dead, so... does it even matter anymore? Does... it really matter what I feel about... everything? She wasn't the only one who died that day but I... she was... I...
[He drops the 'Gear, his face in his hands, and a big furry brown paw reaches down to shut it off.]
[voice]
Date: 2016-01-18 08:20 am (UTC)From:[Or when the good ones were stained and turned ugly.]
You gonna be okay, kid?
[voice]
Date: 2016-01-18 04:33 pm (UTC)From:[Even if his voice still strains on the word 'home' sometimes.]
[voice]
Date: 2016-01-20 09:22 am (UTC)From:[The quiet is long enough it'd be reasonable to think Blake has hung up.]
You get used to it.
[voice]
Date: 2016-01-20 04:29 pm (UTC)From:[There's a little bit of a smile in his voice, at least.]
[voice]
Date: 2016-01-22 02:47 pm (UTC)From:That's one great thing about being here. It's the perfect place to be an idiot.
[voice]
Date: 2016-01-22 07:00 pm (UTC)From: