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Who: Adalwolfe, Allen, Anders, and Riona
Broadcast: n/a
Action: An empty room away from others, probably on the Iskaulit. Just in case.
When: Nowish/Soonish

[He was nervous. There were a hundred things to be nervous about, but he'd found an extra fifty to add to it on his way to the room they'd chosen. He'd found it on his way back from the greenhouse last week, not a huge space in the grand scheme of things, but secluded enough that should something happen with Justice...well, there would be time to stop them if they lost themselves.

He'd spent the day checking and double checking that everything was in order. The dog and cat were fine, the plants now in Hawke's old room would be fine, everything else would sort itself out...just in case. That seemed to be the strongest thought in his head right now. He couldn't think too hard on what if it didn't work or what if it went wrong for some reason Allen couldn't know about and Justice died or, Maker forbid, got worse.

Not for the first time, he wished he could talk to his friend again, they way they'd done years past. Anders missed him, missed the way they'd been. Even now, he supposed, they wouldn't have that chance. Maker willing, Justice would go back to the Fade where he never should have left and Anders would stay here. He just wished he could voice his concerns and fears and thoughts to someone who'd truly understand what the twist in his chest choking him meant, what those doubts on the edges of his mind might be whispering, what fears seeped into the thin hope he clung to. Maker, let this work. For Justice's sake, let him finally be free and saved.

Anders was even more quiet than usual on his way over with Hawke and when he saw Riona and Allen join them, he offered a smile that felt as thin as every other good feeling he was trying to muster.]

Good morning for a demonic cleansing, don't you think?

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[A Just man. High praise from a spirit of that very thing and Hawke isn't certain how to take it. A compliment, surely, but it ties a knot in his chest that he isn't sure how to unravel without taking a harder look at himself than he likes to do in company. But they're not there for him and Adalwolfe, though he nods in return to Justice and watches the seconds tick down, he does nothing else until the spirit is gone. Back to the Fade, or so they hope.

In the silence that follows, he's not sure what to do, watching Anders for some sort of cue.]

[Her breath hitches, fear and anticipation burning her lungs as she watches Allen separate her friends. Her eyes squint as the light consumes Justice, and for a fraction of a second, she's afraid it's gone wrong, that her friend is gone.

But he remains. And he's himself again. She gasps out a sigh of relief and joy. This is how she remembers him, and it's such a bittersweet moment. So much has changed and been lost in all these years her friends have lived and she has yet not. Finally something from her past is how it should be, though the moment will be short-lived.

She walks up to Justice when he turns to her, and tears sting her eyes again. Normally she does not cry in front of her men, but she makes an exception. Luckily, they're happy tears, judging by her smile.]

The honor has been mine, Justice. You've taught me much as well, and even if you do not remember me, I will always remember you. Take care, my friend. Good-bye.

[She returns his salute, the gesture sincere as she watches him vanish. Her bottom lip quivers, sorrow and joy battling with each other as she stares at the spot where he was. She wishes their farewell could have been longer, but at least they got one, and on such good terms.]

[Allen listens to the goodbyes in silence. It wasn't really his place to speak, he wasn't really a part of this beyond a means to an end. He's glad though, they get a chance to say their goodbyes. Maybe it will help Riona and Anders find a bit more peace after all this is done.

As Justice fades away, Allen's eye returns to normal. He'll pull his sword out of Anders, stepping back. Once it's fully out, he deactivates it, and the Innocence returns to form his left arm once again. He feels...a bit wobbly, definitely a little drained, but he wasn't passing out- so a definite improvement. ]

It's all done now.

[Justice is gone and everything's...quiet. Too quiet. Too empty. Too alone. There's a gaping hole that guts and chokes him, clashing with every good emotion still trying to have it's moment in the sun. But the strongest feeling among them was a feeling of being...clean, fresh, like after being sick for so long. Something else off and he didn't dare look too closely right now.

Anders shoves it all down, locking it away before it can every threaten to touch the surface. Later, maybe never, but certainly not right now. He needed something else to focus on and Allen falls into focus.

Anders moves closer with a smile, slipping on his Healer's mantle for easy cover of everything else.]

Thank you so, so much. He's happier now, because of you. [That, at least, he could be perfectly honest about.]

Are you okay? I can't imagine that didn't take anything out of you.

[Wolfe is quiet in the aftermath too, not sure if there's anything to say. A bit of the tension eases from him when Anders smiles, but there will be conversations later, in private, he's certain.

Silently, he moves to Anders' side again, but says nothing just yet.]

[It takes Riona a second to regain herself and get her emotions under control. Maker, she's going to miss Justice, but at least it's with the assertion that he's all right.]

Thank you so much, Allen. I-

[Wiping away her tears, she turns to Allen and - yes, he does look winded. Worry creases her brow, cutting off whatever she was going to say next. Instead, she says:]

Allen, will you be all right? Should we get you back to the ship?

[Ah...Anders looked to be alright. That was a relief for Allen. Sure, he had predicted he would be, like Sorey had been, but he knew from other experiences how things could've gone wrong. Not today though, thank God]

It's ... think nothing of it, I'm just glad I could help.

[As for the questions of concern, he'll offer a smile as he tries to make sure to keep himself standing straight. Yeah. Definitely would be bad to fall right now or something]

Ah, I'll be alright! Really! I'm just...it takes a lot of energy, but it's nothing a nap and eating my weight in food won't cure!

[No really, it'll be about that much food]

[A lack of energy was probably the only thing he couldn't 'cure,' but he could help a little. The gentle blue glow of magic at his hands enveloped Allen with a sensation of warmth and comfort. Just a little boost of energy.]

It isn't much, but hopefully it'll keep you upright until you're back on your ship and ready to rest. It's the least I can do to help you.

[He knows Riona can help him from here, they're crewmates and headed the same way anyway, but Anders had to do something. It wasn't nearly as much gratitude as Allen deserved.

Quietly, Anders' hand found Hawke's and tangled their fingers together.]

[Allen's reassurances pull a bit of a smile from Adalwolfe. He's just as concerned as Riona and Anders, but he'd learned long ago to trust companions to know their limits. He'd learned that the hard way with Aveline early on when she'd snapped at him for suggesting she stay out of a bandit raid when she'd been injured the night before on patrol. She'd then proceeded to clean out the entire warehouse almost single-handedly, leaving Adalwolfe, Carver, and Isabela wondering why they'd been brought along at all.]

If there is anything you need though, soon or otherwise, I'm sure you have all three of us to call on. Truly, for anything.

[He clutches Anders' fingers tightly in his, a grip that won't be loosening anytime soon.]

[Riona walks over to Allen, gesturing for him to put his arm around her shoulders. She's helping him back to the ship whether he says he needs it or not, because she'd rather do it this way than having to drag him back.]

Come on. I'll put together some dino meat burgers for you. And scrounge up whatever else we have.

[When Anders casts the spell, Allen freezes for a second, almost in a half-flinch. But when he realizes the spell isn't painful, he relaxes again- smiling once more. When Riona approaches him, he'll follow suit and put his arm over her shoulder, nodding at the other two]

Thank you, Anders. And thank you Hawke.

[looking back at Riona, the mention of food gets his eyes to light up some more]

Burgers sound delicious.

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