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Who: Crew of the SS Windrose and visitors
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Windrose
When: March

[For the ship full of extremely kickass people. Go forth and mingle!]

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It does. I'm not sure I ever believed it fully, but I rarely thought I'd be gone anytime soon. [So it was stable enough in that sense.] What about you? The theory was you'd get your memories back and head home?

[He hums an affirmative, tracing a finger down the wall of the corridor.] The theory, and the practice. The pieces of our soul were returned as mirror shards. Once you put the last piece into your mirror, it repaired itself and you were thrown a party. No one ever left without finishing their mirror.

[Some would still disappear, of course. Confined to the soul pods or the clocktower mirrors when their souls became too weak. Spirited off by Echoes. But they never left.]

That sounds...symbolic. [She glances over to him as they make their way onto the bridge.] How close was your mirror?

It wasn't symbolic so much as literal. Those mirrors were your souls.

[And ultimately, they were all the same, no matter how damaged or dark he might have thought his own was. Letting his hand drop, he sighs.] I wasn't close, I finished it. That meant our world was restored and we could return to it.

[She imagines he must feel something like she does with all the starting over in different multi-dimensional traps and even at home.] I don't think we ever get the happily-ever-after or even the rest-in-peace. It's just one battle after another. [She sounds a little too weary of it for someone still so young.]

[It's enough to bring him to a halt.] You're right. Life isn't a fairytale, where things tie up and nothing ever happens again after a battle is won. [There's always another fight.]

But that doesn't mean there's nothing else to life.

[Yes, bring the wisdom, young!Erik. She could use some. Or just a break from being the leader in her life story. Not that she's actually willing to turn that over to someone she barely knows but there's some desire for it that she hasn't quite admitted to herself. Being part of the team was never easy, but compared to losing her students or fighting a losing battle against wardens at the prison it was easier.]

You're right. There's also kale-bacon. [She's a menace to her own wants.]