* [Eight stares up at Flaps in silence while he speaks. His expression is…fairly unreadable, but its clearly made some sort of impact, because he flinches away from the other just slightly.
He doesn’t move, nor speak for a good moment or so after he finishes his speech, staring vacantly at the ground, thinking on his words.
When he does reply, he’s far quieter than he was before.]
* …I don’t know.
* I mostly expected not to make it in the first place?
* I’ve been alone long enough already. I’m sort of used to it at this point anyway.* [He visibly winces at something, glancing to the side and muttering under his breath.
Null has sat up at this point, watching from a distance]
* [He huffs out a long, slow sigh….. And his expression softens a bit.]
* If you do make it, I do hope you make a point to try and fix the wrongs you’ve done on everyone. You’ve made an absolute mess for way too many people and it wasn’t needed.
* I’m not about to sit here and tell you not to do what you’ve been working towards – god knows you’re too far gone for that – but the damage you’ve done to everyone else is something that you need to go about repairing. Or at least make the effort.
* If you DO make that effort – then you have a safe place here. If nothing comes about, though, you won’t be welcome here again.
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