He falls.

The man with the white hair hadn’t said much when he appeared in the cell. He had just thanked Sunshine for saving him work and said he hoped the Bishop would be as cooperative, whatever that meant.

Trevor was dead, his body carted out by the Knight. He had spared the boy the carnage that was to come. He himself would not get that luxury. He was sure the Spitfire would have questions as he had been prepping himself to answer them. But the voice he heard asking for entry wasn’t Vivian. Someone+

And God is dead.

No implications. When everything burns away, all that is left is love and faith.

Enjoy love while you can.

Not very innocent looking then.

//: please not the wolf girl

He doesn’t speak when @akindfury.bsky.social is brought in, whether or not he was conscious. He was deep in thought.

..what kind of fuckin mutated creature is making those noises

what is this

is he talking to himself

either kill him or get lost

Girl what

He will wait for Tirum. He can bait the reaction he wants out of that man.

God, Alex. You were so little. Why did they do that to you…

//: Create a psychological profile for these nuts

I can arrange that.

//: say hi to the raiders

He would let them have tonight. The morning would bring pain.

😞

I wouldn’t do that to my friend. 🌞

They all want him dead but are too cowardly to do anything about it. Martyr him and another will rise up. The Park will be growing restless.

He likes this radio station.

Like he said, enjoy the party.

Even if he dies, he wins.

He won’t have a chance for the next time.

“Then you understood it clearly.”

“Enjoy the party.”

“I’ve realized something today that I should’ve realized a while ago.”

He knows better. But she would be a welcome visitor.

Very well. Enjoy your night, Spitfire.

Tirum started that fight. And his people were killed too. It seems like tonight would be a chance to smooth over those relations.

Wander is a strong word. He just wants to properly meet his neighbors.

But he’s been a model prisoner. No mask, no drinks; it’s starting to feel like she’s not reciprocating the trust he puts in her.

Is he invited to the bar opening?

Good morning.

Well then, friends it is.

My, you are very quick with the friendship. But I would be delighted.

Hello, Lucy. They call me Mister Sunshine.

😇

Apparently.

A gift from the Spirfire herself. Glorious.

He needs no blankets. Her warmth is enough.

Who will visit him today? The Spitfire herself? The curious one? The annoying one? Or Atom’s Gift? Someone new?

What the fuck is a matchmaking algorithm?

“Oh guard,” he called out for @knightsvalor.bsky.social. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”

Funny. But probably not inaccurate at this moment.

If only they had the extra hands from the Park.

Ah, young love.