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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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[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.]