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Who: Noric, anyone
When: Day 52, early morning
Where: the common room
What: the fabled priest insanity of old

[It's early enough that most of the inhabitants of the common room right now are the dead batmonkey corpses. One person, though, is standing with one hand pressed to the glass, heedless of the blood stains on it.]

Wrong. This world is wrong ... I can't feel it here. There's nothing...

[Oh goody he's talking to himself in disturbing ways. Engage?]

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[untempered]

"It will be all right." My mother used to tell me so, when I was upset.

[intellectum]

Do you believe it?

[untempered]

I have to.

[intellectum]

... I see.

[untempered]

[pulls back a little, brushing Xavier's tears away]

Besides... you're always telling me it can be all right. Will you believe me, if I say it?

[intellectum]

...

Yes.

[untempered]

I'm glad.

[intellectum]

[nods]

[untempered]

[leans forward and kisses him, gently.]

[intellectum]

[kissing back, leaning against him]

[untempered]

[rubs his back a little.]

[intellectum]

I think I didn't handle it so well.

[untempered]

Vier... I know it hurts you, and scares you. I don't expect you to 'handle' it as though you don't feel that way.

[intellectum]

Yes, but...

[untempered]

There is no 'but'.

[intellectum]

[rubbing his hands]

Fine.

[untempered]

Don't be so hard on yourself, dearest.

[intellectum]

[smiles]

Easier said than done, don't you think?

[untempered]

[smiles, a bit sheepish]

Well... yes.

[intellectum]

But I do feel better. Thank you.

[untempered]

Good.

[kisses him lightly again]

I'm sorry for worrying you. I suppose this fever is not yet fully past.

[intellectum]

So it seems.

[untempered]

...

Did many people see?

[intellectum]

[scowls]

Not that many.

[untempered]

[exhales quietly]

All right... I just want to explain it to anyone I know, who might have seen it.