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.]

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[myagic]

[She meets his glance, eyes shining with with love and confidence and worry all at once, and then she watches him go as far as she's able to from the cell, the warmth of his lips lingering on her fingers.

It's not a goodbye. It's not a goodbye.

He'll be okay. He will.]