END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[freedomsuitsme]

"I don't know about- oh, one moment." There's a muffled din from further down the hall, which seems to have Maxwell's attention. After a moment, he looks back at Dimitri.

"Alright, let me see if I can relay this correctly. Nimona says hello, as does Darcy, who is within earshot of Nimona but not myself. I have not heard personally from Dedue, but I've been told he is in the second cell down from Darcy. So we have a line of communication, however awkward."

[prince_of_beasts]

"Oh. Oh, thank the Goddess." Dimitri sags against the bars, pressing his forehead to the cold metal. "Can you -- let them know that I'm alright? They don't need to worry about me."

Merging with the thread on Nimona’s TL

[freedomsuitsme]

“Certainly.”

[saltwaterlungs]

Hearing from him is a balm, a relief here in an unkind place. To both Dimitri and Dedue, they pass on-

"Remember the promise."