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[tolaywaste]

[Alex is praying. He's in the chapel with his head bowed, like he's been since just after lunch, and he thinks he's gonna stay until dinner. It probably won't help in the grand scheme of things, but it's quiet here, and that's what he wants. Space to think. Or feel, maybe.]

[He woke up to a flood that drew the very worst memories of his life out of him, laid them on display for anyone at all to see, and now that the smoke is clearing he finds himself in mourning again. It's unexpected how much he misses Pietro, like a sharp pain between his ribs. He wasn't a brother, wasn't important in the same way that Ben or Sean or Armando are, but he was - is - important. He understood things implicitly, things about family that Alex doesn't like to explain.]

[So Alex isn't sure what he's praying for, exactly, other than Pietro's safety. Maybe his, maybe Anya's, maybe nothing in particular. All he knows for sure is he doesn't want to leave.]

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[permutates]

I'd just rather know.

Sorry. I didn't mean to start talking... about me.

[tolaywaste]

Yeah, well.

[But she did.]

[He sighs.]

Whatever. He's gone, he was gone before I woke up, it's not like I can do anything about it.

[permutates]

Maybe you can. Later. Find him somehow.

[tolaywaste]

I hope so.

He probably won't remember me. But I'll find him anyway.

[permutates]

You can build over again what you built once?

[tolaywaste]

Yeah. Yeah, I can.

[He smiles at her, more hopefully than he feels.]

Thanks, Raven.