After...party...?

[diesifkilled]

[SO THAT SURE WAS AN EXECUTION, HUH

Shirou's just been kind of staring off into space, still holding on to Usagi's hand, ever since Kon and Natsume's deaths. Just when it starts to look like he might stay like that all hecking night, he suddenly blinks and looks around.]

I'm going to go get some food.

[And indeed, he disappears off to the lodge and returns a little later with a huge pile of beautifully made sandwiches and other snacks. Did he have them prepared, or did he just make them really fast somehow? Who knows.

Anyway, there are now sandwiches. And the shack might still be on fire. This is fine.]

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[Whatever Lance was expecting to hear back from Lenka, it isn't this. Not that he thinks his own position is unreasonable or irrational, but given how Mitsuru and Shirou had both seemed to think of it as, at least superficially, ridiculous to agree with Ichigo, he had expected more push back, more resistance, more something. Not flat out agreement.

He stares at Lenka for a long moment, suddenly filled with so many questions about who Lenka really is outside of camp. Lenka's past, Lenka's family. He doesn't know any of this because they've all been so focused on trying to learn as much as possible about a common enemy and trying to survive, that they ironically don't have as much room to learn about those you would consider friends.

It seems like a cruel irony. Somehow with Clarke gone, that thought is especially sobering. Lance walks closer.]

.... you okay?