text; un: berserker

[curruid_coinchenn]

for those that knew him, flat escardos is gone.

don't ask me anything else about him.

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[curruid_coinchenn]

[ They should talk about the distance between them sometime, but now doesn't feel like the time. Berserker is unlikely to ever want to talk about it, though, so it may never be the time.

He lingers in the doorway to Flat's room, the dull ache in his chest turning into a sharp knife in his heart. It looks like the room has been unoccupied for a few days, maybe a week or more. After the incident in Flat's dream, he hadn't been home -- he'd grabbed a few necessities and left. Everything else remained: his jars of god knows what, his experiments, his notes, and more. ]

...Even if you weren't "his" professor, you were still important to him.

[tryhard]

...thanks.

[ Waver doesn't really know how else to answer that. He nods, stifling a sigh, and makes his way into the room gingerly. What a mess.

It feels so empty. ]

I'm sorry. I might... need some time. Y-you don't have to leave or anything, I just mean...

[ He glances around, helplessly. There's a lot, and he plans to start sorting through it. For some reason, it feels like his responsibility now. ]

I think I'll be here for a bit.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Berserker tries not to focus on what's in the room -- or, more accurately, what isn't there. It's empty without the force of chaos that used to inhabit it. It hurts worse to see it. He almost boarded the room up when he felt his Bond break in a fit of grief. ]

...Do you want me to help you?

[ To sort through it all. Maybe it would help the dragon, too. Maybe putting a final cap on Flat's presence will ease the pain. ]

[tryhard]

[ Waver looks surprised for a moment. He hadn't expected Berserker to offer. Or ask.

Then, he nods. ]

If you like. We can do it together.

[ It doesn't make it easier, but it does make the room feel a tiny bit less empty. For now. ]