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The Watchers saw the knife plunge into the Archivist's heart. They watched as the Panopticon fell. They saw the Archivist's body and his lover fall into nothingness, and they smiled.
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Martin slowly came to his senses. He didn't want to open his eyes- see his love's lifeless body; Martin didn't want to see the knife he had thrust into Jon's chest. Martin just wanted to disappear into the lonely, lose himself in the empty fog. But he knew Jon wouldn't have wanted that. He slowly opened his eyes, and the small tendrils of mist he'd created quickly dissipated. He was alone in a small glade of trees. Sunlight streamed through the branches. Martin tried to sit up, ignoring the painful stabs of protest his muscles gave him. He eventually gathered enough strength to stand... he needed to find Jon... he needed to mourn.
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When Jon woke, it wasn't in his world. That was the first piece of Knowledge that entered his mind. He felt the cold iron blade in his chest; felt the sticky, warm blood soaking into his clothes and it all came flooding back.
A collapsing building.
An explosion.
A body, someone he killed.
A pull.
Martin, crying.
Martin, begging.
Martin, holding him.
Martin, holding the knife.
Martin, kissing him.
Martinー
Jon tried calling out for Martin, but the knife dug in deeper, forcing Jon to stop. He forced his eyes open. He was alone. He could see trees nearby, but he didn't dare move, not yet.
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Martin Blackwood has joined
Jonathan Sims has joined
The message was sent out to everyone's communicator, the world's built-in shield sensed the intrusion but didn't react. Xisuma was instantly barraged with questions sent by the rest of the Hermits.
GeminiTay: Who are they?
Tango: I don't remember you saying anything about new people.
Skizzleman: NEW FRIENDS!
Then one was sent directly to his admin gauntlet:
Grian: They need help.
Xisuma knew to trust Grian when he said things like that.
The moment the two had appeared, Grian knew something was wrong. He saw... Jon? Yes, Jon. Jon had what should have been a fatal wound but luckily hadn't succumbed to it.
Xisumavoid: I'll meet you there.
Xisuma pulled up the analysis on the two newcomers that the shield had sent to him. It didn't look good.
Xisuma prayed to the void he'd make it to them in time.