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[theweakhavepurpose]

INBOX This is... this is Deputy Pratt of the Hope County sheriff's department... art credit code credit

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[theweakhavepurpose]

[He nods in understanding. Of everyone he's met, even those who have meant well and cheered him up and he'd been able to somewhat trust - Tinya or Peter or Kettara... They don't really understand, not in the way that Carlisle does.

And they probably never will. He wouldn't have been able to if such terrible things hadn't befallen him first. He didn't thoroughly comprehend soul crushing guilt and regret and the bitter taste of remorse that will never be enough.]

That's a lot to live up to. Impossible footsteps to follow in. But no one here knows any of that. You're the first Longinmouth I've ever met, and though I'm not going to have generations of people to tell about you, you made a mark on me. That's something right?

[He smiles again, this time a little less sad and forced - it almost reaches his eyes.]

[tongueamok]

[And there's Carlisle's smile again, his grin widening to match Pratt's as he gives a polite bow of his head.]

That is indeed something. As the first Longinmouth you've ever met, I should do my best to not further embarrass my family name. My list of accomplishments thus far may be small, but like a garden, it grows ever steadily if nurtured. It... merely needs someone to look after it from time to time, just to make sure it does not become too overgrown, unable to see the light.

[theweakhavepurpose]

[Look at them smiling and having a normal conversation like normal people who aren't reclusive shut ins that don't want to talk to anyone ever. And wow, he is a master at those gardening metaphors. ]

That sounds like a healthy attitude to have. I think we got this. We can adapt and overcome this... whatever this is. Purgatory.

[he mostly means him, Carlisle has been here long enough that he's already had to find his place and fight his demons. Pratt's only been here for six months.]

[tongueamok]

[One might almost mistake them for regular people.]

A prison between worlds, a life beyond death, or perhaps a second chance for those undeserving of it. No matter what this place may have been intended for, it is, at times, what one makes of it.

[He gives Pratt one more polite nod.]

If you have any questions about your stone -- or simply need an ear to hear your troubles -- I am but a few doors away.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Thanks.

I might.. actually do that. Some day.

[When he gets up the courage to admit that he is not okay and that maybe talking to other people would actually help. But that won't be anytime soon.

Though this at least is a step in the right directions.]