[let it be known that cam would like nothing more than a high five—but, like? priorities? or: cam attempting to piece everything together as she imagines short king™ god (what does he look like, anyway?) with gideon, with harrow, with—lord! lord. there are too many players on the board; cam finds herself wishing, for the umpteenth time, that this (re: everything) was simply a matter of the sixth house and the seventh house solving every mystery known to man...
...but, you know. squids. one reason, at least, she squeezes her eyes closed before pulling away from pal's strangely reassuring warmth. why couldn't they simply disappear into the stacks o' books and ignore everything else? a real question, even as she thinks back to, like. all of canaan house.]
No, but it's very fitting.
[she remembers the bones littering the hallway to the ninth's quarters, when she had to go check on gideon that one time? shit sucked, honestly, so:]
If the cavalier is back— [maaaan, she is NOT the person to understand/explain this.] What's the last thing you remember, Warden?
besties back at it!!!!!!!!
...but, you know. squids. one reason, at least, she squeezes her eyes closed before pulling away from pal's strangely reassuring warmth. why couldn't they simply disappear into the stacks o' books and ignore everything else? a real question, even as she thinks back to, like. all of canaan house.]
No, but it's very fitting.
[she remembers the bones littering the hallway to the ninth's quarters, when she had to go check on gideon that one time? shit sucked, honestly, so:]
If the cavalier is back— [maaaan, she is NOT the person to understand/explain this.] What's the last thing you remember, Warden?