Perhaps whatever is causing this [—the singularity, right?—] thought you need a break. You've been here much longer than most of us.
[that's only an assumption, though. she is fully aware that it may not actually be a proper answer, and she worries about what it may really mean. should they even worry about it, at all?
wanda thinks that she doesn't want to worry too much about it, sitting here with sam at her side. it's not the same as seeing him actually hurt and in bed, unable to move too much, but it is enough to put her at ease, the fact that he's conscious enough to come see her.
if she can, she wants to be selfish—spend as much time as she can here.]
Will you tell me what you were doing out there? [the details always slip away, untold to her. she knows sam meets with stephen to discuss things—she makes sure to steer away from sam's domain during those times, or stay upstairs in the room he's created for her, like a pouty child. with her being in solvunn, sometimes she feels like she's not on the loop of anything.] Or is it a secret?
[that's only an assumption, though. she is fully aware that it may not actually be a proper answer, and she worries about what it may really mean. should they even worry about it, at all?
wanda thinks that she doesn't want to worry too much about it, sitting here with sam at her side. it's not the same as seeing him actually hurt and in bed, unable to move too much, but it is enough to put her at ease, the fact that he's conscious enough to come see her.
if she can, she wants to be selfish—spend as much time as she can here.]
Will you tell me what you were doing out there? [the details always slip away, untold to her. she knows sam meets with stephen to discuss things—she makes sure to steer away from sam's domain during those times, or stay upstairs in the room he's created for her, like a pouty child. with her being in solvunn, sometimes she feels like she's not on the loop of anything.] Or is it a secret?
[ that makes him snort. ]
Doubt it. Geralt got pulled in, and he deserves a break more than I do.
[ even from the beginning, geralt’s gotten something of the short end of the stick. from the dungeons, to the queen’s spies, to keeping ciri protected, safe, out of watching eyes. geralt, who had woken up mid-nightmare, nearly torn in two.
sam realizes he’s gotten lost in though, and shifts a little to more fully settle on wanda, using the touch, their proximity, to show her his attention is back on her.
when she asks about the trip, sam let’s out a sigh that has nothing to do with her and everything to do with the fact he is more than a little aware he’s handled this whole thing very poorly. he doesn’t regret going, and he knows he’ll be back out there when he can, but-
he did this in the wrong way, keeping it secret. playing it down. and now he’s suffering for it. ]
It’s not a secret, and I should have told you. I’m sorry about that. [ because that’s the truth. ] A few weeks ago, during that big meeting we had, Geralt had pulled me aside. He found something while he was out hunting - a human, or something close, bone with metal plating. It was at the mouth of a cave out in the badlands, and he did a little digging. The cave itself was sealed tight, possibly abandoned, but it was off. He had his own reasons, but I… [ sam trails off, thinking for a moment, trying to remember what exactly he had thought first, before the now explanation set it.
well, whatever it is, his tone has that dual layer to it. heavy, because he knows something is wrong, but wary, careful, because he doesn’t know what. wanda would probably recognize it from the times they’d been hunting down hydra, even while on the run. that sense of duty steve got, because it was worth it, always, no matter the dangers. ]
I had a bad feeling about it, so I wanted to go make sure nothing else was going on. I didn’t find much, but something unsanctioned was happening. It might still be. We weren’t able to make it all the way in. [ a beat, and then he exhales again. ] I don’t know, Wanda. I went because I needed to make sure there weren’t people out there getting hurt, but as soon as I left…this shit happens.
Doubt it. Geralt got pulled in, and he deserves a break more than I do.
[ even from the beginning, geralt’s gotten something of the short end of the stick. from the dungeons, to the queen’s spies, to keeping ciri protected, safe, out of watching eyes. geralt, who had woken up mid-nightmare, nearly torn in two.
sam realizes he’s gotten lost in though, and shifts a little to more fully settle on wanda, using the touch, their proximity, to show her his attention is back on her.
when she asks about the trip, sam let’s out a sigh that has nothing to do with her and everything to do with the fact he is more than a little aware he’s handled this whole thing very poorly. he doesn’t regret going, and he knows he’ll be back out there when he can, but-
he did this in the wrong way, keeping it secret. playing it down. and now he’s suffering for it. ]
It’s not a secret, and I should have told you. I’m sorry about that. [ because that’s the truth. ] A few weeks ago, during that big meeting we had, Geralt had pulled me aside. He found something while he was out hunting - a human, or something close, bone with metal plating. It was at the mouth of a cave out in the badlands, and he did a little digging. The cave itself was sealed tight, possibly abandoned, but it was off. He had his own reasons, but I… [ sam trails off, thinking for a moment, trying to remember what exactly he had thought first, before the now explanation set it.
well, whatever it is, his tone has that dual layer to it. heavy, because he knows something is wrong, but wary, careful, because he doesn’t know what. wanda would probably recognize it from the times they’d been hunting down hydra, even while on the run. that sense of duty steve got, because it was worth it, always, no matter the dangers. ]
I had a bad feeling about it, so I wanted to go make sure nothing else was going on. I didn’t find much, but something unsanctioned was happening. It might still be. We weren’t able to make it all the way in. [ a beat, and then he exhales again. ] I don’t know, Wanda. I went because I needed to make sure there weren’t people out there getting hurt, but as soon as I left…this shit happens.
[ it had been a few days. a few long days, since geralt had come back with sam's unconscious body in tow and it had, admittedly, been no time for questions. no time to ask about what happened, really and while geralt provided some sort of vagaries, enough to placate peter's incessant panic, it had left too many unanswered questions.
when things had finally settled enough — after sam had time to heal, and after peter had slept for what felt like days after his participation in the free cities' intervention efforts, headache finally letting up, that was when peter found himself drifting back through sam's apartment, seeking him out, to check in.
geralt hadn't shared much else after that; only that he was injured in his dream and that sam healed him. only that they went looking for something out there in the desert.
not for the first time, peter had been struck with a suffocating sort of feeling — one the waking nightmares from days before had been quick to twist, to sharpen out despite his best efforts to shake them. powerlessness. he had to help, he wanted to, he had a responsibility to. can't help but think, in the way that a restless mind tends to spiral, that if he'd been there, if he knew how to help more, then maybe things would have gone differently.
its a self-centered thought, but maybe people like them — given great power — are cursed by this inevitability. by the what-ifs of their involvement.
he isn't sure what exactly his intention is, other than to make sure sam is okay. sam, who has so many people here that care for him. sam, who cares, who always leaves him meals that he remembers to eat at 2:30 am. sam, who peter wishes would rely on him just a little bit more, because he doesn't need to take care of everyone alone.
pot, meet kettle.
peter's knuckles rasp on a surface he passed by. ] Sam? Hey, it's Peter! Do you have a second?
when things had finally settled enough — after sam had time to heal, and after peter had slept for what felt like days after his participation in the free cities' intervention efforts, headache finally letting up, that was when peter found himself drifting back through sam's apartment, seeking him out, to check in.
geralt hadn't shared much else after that; only that he was injured in his dream and that sam healed him. only that they went looking for something out there in the desert.
not for the first time, peter had been struck with a suffocating sort of feeling — one the waking nightmares from days before had been quick to twist, to sharpen out despite his best efforts to shake them. powerlessness. he had to help, he wanted to, he had a responsibility to. can't help but think, in the way that a restless mind tends to spiral, that if he'd been there, if he knew how to help more, then maybe things would have gone differently.
its a self-centered thought, but maybe people like them — given great power — are cursed by this inevitability. by the what-ifs of their involvement.
he isn't sure what exactly his intention is, other than to make sure sam is okay. sam, who has so many people here that care for him. sam, who cares, who always leaves him meals that he remembers to eat at 2:30 am. sam, who peter wishes would rely on him just a little bit more, because he doesn't need to take care of everyone alone.
pot, meet kettle.
peter's knuckles rasp on a surface he passed by. ] Sam? Hey, it's Peter! Do you have a second?
[wanda listens, watching the dew of condensation on sam's glass, sees how his hand tightens around it as he finds the words to explain what happened—and also what he thinks is happening. it reminds her all too much of missions back home, of the potentiality for wrong-doing, of how sometimes mission briefs were too simple and too to-the-point, only for them to find out whilst in the mission that they had actually gone in blind.
sometimes, things led to a dead end, or to something without much of a resolution.
this feels like the latter.]
...you're going to go back. [it's the obvious conclusion, the obvious decision to make. the next bit she says it with a bit of a light tone, looking down at her hands.] Because it's what we do.
[heroes, avengers, whatever they want to call themselves these days. she swallows, wishing that she wasn't so far away from him—physically—and that she could go, too, to keep him safe, to see with her own eyes that no harm would come to him or any of those important to her.
but that's not something she can do right now.]
I'll send you something. [she's resolute; she will find a way to do something with her magic that will help him, that will keep him safe.] Even if it's something that you really wish you had from back home, I can... do some things, like Peter's spider...web things? [#terminology? she turns to look at him.] And for Steve. It's not like he will let you go without him.
...so, just wait until it gets to you. Alright?
sometimes, things led to a dead end, or to something without much of a resolution.
this feels like the latter.]
...you're going to go back. [it's the obvious conclusion, the obvious decision to make. the next bit she says it with a bit of a light tone, looking down at her hands.] Because it's what we do.
[heroes, avengers, whatever they want to call themselves these days. she swallows, wishing that she wasn't so far away from him—physically—and that she could go, too, to keep him safe, to see with her own eyes that no harm would come to him or any of those important to her.
but that's not something she can do right now.]
I'll send you something. [she's resolute; she will find a way to do something with her magic that will help him, that will keep him safe.] Even if it's something that you really wish you had from back home, I can... do some things, like Peter's spider...web things? [#terminology? she turns to look at him.] And for Steve. It's not like he will let you go without him.
...so, just wait until it gets to you. Alright?
Edited 2022-08-03 13:23 (UTC)
FINE. I'm even being nice and helping him out.
[ For now. ]
[ For now. ]
Inej made me promise to help him instead. But I reserve the right to melt his clothes if he does something mean to Wanda.
[ that is the problem, isn't it? that he looks at these pieces and sees a larger picture, that he's so used to seeing that larger picture because that's where steve has always needed him. where he's always needed to be. he sees an uncertain fact here, a piece of information that doesn't make sense there, and suddenly all sam can see is the whole of it. what could happen, if these things are left alone. what is possible, if those building blocks are still there.
he has spent the last few days being yelled at - by julie, by jesper, by peter, by inej. geralt, who sam had never even heard him raise his voice. he prepares for wanda, too, though he's not sure why. prepares to hear her tone, in the same way he'd imagined the message through their minds.
you're going to go back she says instead, and when sam's eyes jerk upwards towards her, he finds her eyes down at her own hands. because it's what we do.
sam feels...he doesn't know how to describe it. if wanda looks up to see his expression, she'll see his eyes a bit wide, almost younger. it's a relief, suddenly, not to feel like he has to explain why. why he's driven for the larger picture, why he needs to help them all, even if it leaves him bedridden for days at a time.
wanda doesn't tell him off. doesn't shatter the cup in his hand, or harden her jaw. sam can't explain the rush of all that tension flooding out of him, doesn't know what to call the feeling of what is left behind, but what he does feel is that same distance. how far she really is.
his expression shifts to confusion, his head tilting. ] Like the care package? [ it pulls a small smile to his mouth, and he sets his cheek against the top of her head again. lets go of one hand around the cup to wrap it around her, to pull her closer to his side. ] I'll wait for it. And Steve is coming, too. You think I'm going to let him out of my sight?
[ but that's another conversation, isn't it? another time, another topic, another heavy weight that sam accepts he will carry, and continue to carry.
it's another moment before he exhales. ] I really am sorry for worrying you, for what it's worth.
he has spent the last few days being yelled at - by julie, by jesper, by peter, by inej. geralt, who sam had never even heard him raise his voice. he prepares for wanda, too, though he's not sure why. prepares to hear her tone, in the same way he'd imagined the message through their minds.
you're going to go back she says instead, and when sam's eyes jerk upwards towards her, he finds her eyes down at her own hands. because it's what we do.
sam feels...he doesn't know how to describe it. if wanda looks up to see his expression, she'll see his eyes a bit wide, almost younger. it's a relief, suddenly, not to feel like he has to explain why. why he's driven for the larger picture, why he needs to help them all, even if it leaves him bedridden for days at a time.
wanda doesn't tell him off. doesn't shatter the cup in his hand, or harden her jaw. sam can't explain the rush of all that tension flooding out of him, doesn't know what to call the feeling of what is left behind, but what he does feel is that same distance. how far she really is.
his expression shifts to confusion, his head tilting. ] Like the care package? [ it pulls a small smile to his mouth, and he sets his cheek against the top of her head again. lets go of one hand around the cup to wrap it around her, to pull her closer to his side. ] I'll wait for it. And Steve is coming, too. You think I'm going to let him out of my sight?
[ but that's another conversation, isn't it? another time, another topic, another heavy weight that sam accepts he will carry, and continue to carry.
it's another moment before he exhales. ] I really am sorry for worrying you, for what it's worth.
Edited 2022-08-14 00:35 (UTC)
[ it's been just long enough that sam has started to worry. and that's saying something, between him being out cold, between nadine helping him get back on his feet, between the days he spends outcold, between the first few days of getting back to himself where he's half asleep and half trying to reassure those who come to find him. it has been long enough, where sam's up on his feet more than he probably should, where he's healing a little more each day, where he feels more and more himself, that he notices peter...isn't there.
between everything else, it's a worry that falls to the wayside. if there's anything sam knows about the kid, it's that he can take care of himself. still, sam's thoughts drift to him - if he's eating, what he's doing, how much he must be beating himself up over the whole thing.
but then sam reminds himself that tony is here. that there are people that peter parker actually knows from home. how he's probably had plenty to keep himself busy. it doesn't make him feel any better, per say, but it does keep him moving. keeps him from packing up a lunch and heading to the university himself. enough that it keeps him in bed, simply...wondering.
when the knock comes, sam looks up, pulling himself out of whatever he'd been busying himself with. peter, sam smiles a little to himself. ]
'Course, kid. Come in. [ and then, once he has- ] You okay? Haven't seen you around.
between everything else, it's a worry that falls to the wayside. if there's anything sam knows about the kid, it's that he can take care of himself. still, sam's thoughts drift to him - if he's eating, what he's doing, how much he must be beating himself up over the whole thing.
but then sam reminds himself that tony is here. that there are people that peter parker actually knows from home. how he's probably had plenty to keep himself busy. it doesn't make him feel any better, per say, but it does keep him moving. keeps him from packing up a lunch and heading to the university himself. enough that it keeps him in bed, simply...wondering.
when the knock comes, sam looks up, pulling himself out of whatever he'd been busying himself with. peter, sam smiles a little to himself. ]
'Course, kid. Come in. [ and then, once he has- ] You okay? Haven't seen you around.
[she doesn't need to see his face to realize what reaction her words have caused on him; sam is incredibly easy to read as far as his emotions are concerned. wanda thinks, has thought, that it's because he doesn't mind being unguarded—but it's likely also just the way he is: open and welcoming, nothing hidden in his sleeve to be revealed later.
he is warm, and wanda can feel that even more as he pulls her closer to his side, an arm around her shoulders.
she lets him, leaning against him, wrapping an arm around his middle. she misses this—misses the home and clarity in her life when they were just the avengers. him promising that he'll wait for her package is a promise she knows he will keep.]
It's okay.
[softly said, a quiet sort of melancholy. sam is safe now, which is what matters. she cannot control what may happen in the future, but she can just take it as it is—one day at a time.]
Can we stay like this for a while?
he is warm, and wanda can feel that even more as he pulls her closer to his side, an arm around her shoulders.
she lets him, leaning against him, wrapping an arm around his middle. she misses this—misses the home and clarity in her life when they were just the avengers. him promising that he'll wait for her package is a promise she knows he will keep.]
It's okay.
[softly said, a quiet sort of melancholy. sam is safe now, which is what matters. she cannot control what may happen in the future, but she can just take it as it is—one day at a time.]
Can we stay like this for a while?
[ she's not wrong - sam has never been difficult to read. never really tried. between seeing what happens when emotions and mental health are put on the backburner for vets like him, to joining a team of people used to lying, it felt more necessary to be honest. to be himself. sarah had always made fun of him, used to tease him whenever he tried to join in during the family poker nights, because anything and everything was always open, right there, for the world to see.
wanda doesn't seem to mind how he pulls her in a little closer, and really, sam's more thankful for that than anything. he's not exactly sure when the focus here shifted from trying to comfort her to him finding comfort in the opposite direction, in being able to lean up against her and her wrap her arm around his middle, and just. be there for a little bit.
its been more months than sam really wants to count since he feels like he's had this. over a year since he's been home, and longer still, if he wants to count anyone other thank his nephews. his sister. all one side of the world he was trying to keep.
it's okay she says, and sam knows that it isn't that simple. part of him considers poking at it, trying to see if there's anything there to open up, but then her question catches him. stills him a little, just for a second or two, before he lets out another breath and relaxes fully back into their spot. ]
Yeah. Long as you want, I'll stay.
wanda doesn't seem to mind how he pulls her in a little closer, and really, sam's more thankful for that than anything. he's not exactly sure when the focus here shifted from trying to comfort her to him finding comfort in the opposite direction, in being able to lean up against her and her wrap her arm around his middle, and just. be there for a little bit.
its been more months than sam really wants to count since he feels like he's had this. over a year since he's been home, and longer still, if he wants to count anyone other thank his nephews. his sister. all one side of the world he was trying to keep.
it's okay she says, and sam knows that it isn't that simple. part of him considers poking at it, trying to see if there's anything there to open up, but then her question catches him. stills him a little, just for a second or two, before he lets out another breath and relaxes fully back into their spot. ]
Yeah. Long as you want, I'll stay.
She's in Solvunn, I'm here.
FINE he's safe for now. I also have a best friend (not Inej) who is an ass and occasionally cruel, so I get it.
FINE he's safe for now. I also have a best friend (not Inej) who is an ass and occasionally cruel, so I get it.
ooc: we can handwave that he informed him of lucifer and not to make a fuss/just be aware if ya want
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2022-08-18 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll be there.
Thanks Sam.
Thanks Sam.
[ it's been long enough that sam wasn't the only one starting to worry. peter was worried just the same about the amount of time that had passed between his own check in.
but it had been circular arguments, one over the other. he wants to give sam space. there'd been a lot of people checking in (and yes, he had been amongst that number) but his anxieties hadn't let him linger. and sure, maybe the whole nightmare situation and the power necessary to stop it had left him haggard and exhausted and no, maybe he hadn't been eating as well as he should, hovering around every person that he has convinced himself he needed to keep track of, but are any other them?
that may be as lousy an excuse as anything else, but if asked, it's what he's going with. it's been busy. tony needed help with his tinkering, and peter wanted to keep doing something. anything, other than focusing on the fact that he was operating on so little information all the time. that he was so static, even surrounded by all these second chances. ]
I'm okay! [ peter rushes to say, smile genuine across his face. relieved, as he gives sam a once-over, checking in again on how he's doing, how he's moving around. ] I'm sorry I haven't come by earlier. I guess things have been — well, you know.
How are you though, Sam? Are you — I mean, I'm glad you're moving around! But should you be? [ peter's brows pinch, a near frown, as he steps in to hover conversationally closer. ]
but it had been circular arguments, one over the other. he wants to give sam space. there'd been a lot of people checking in (and yes, he had been amongst that number) but his anxieties hadn't let him linger. and sure, maybe the whole nightmare situation and the power necessary to stop it had left him haggard and exhausted and no, maybe he hadn't been eating as well as he should, hovering around every person that he has convinced himself he needed to keep track of, but are any other them?
that may be as lousy an excuse as anything else, but if asked, it's what he's going with. it's been busy. tony needed help with his tinkering, and peter wanted to keep doing something. anything, other than focusing on the fact that he was operating on so little information all the time. that he was so static, even surrounded by all these second chances. ]
I'm okay! [ peter rushes to say, smile genuine across his face. relieved, as he gives sam a once-over, checking in again on how he's doing, how he's moving around. ] I'm sorry I haven't come by earlier. I guess things have been — well, you know.
How are you though, Sam? Are you — I mean, I'm glad you're moving around! But should you be? [ peter's brows pinch, a near frown, as he steps in to hover conversationally closer. ]
[ peter rushes into i'm okay and sam's brow arches, not at all convinced. but he's had enough of his own worry thrown back in his face over the next few days that he won't push it, knowing that he's made this bed and he will have to lay in it, and his visitors have had every right to come and hover. to be anxious, and to put those anxieties anywhere they could.
if anything, sam can at least tell that peter's smile is genuine, that the relief isn't faked. but then, of course, he's in on the apologies and sam is already shaking his head, holding out a hand. ] No, no, don't- don't apologize. It's been insane here, and I'm sure it's still insane out there after those nightmares.
[ there's a question there, more specific, but still not stated. how did you do? because the only frame of reference sam has right now is geralt's body, nearly split in two, bleeding out over the sand. if anyone back in the city...
no. it doesn't matter. he wasn't here, and he can't let the guilt of what he could have done eat at him. he wasn't here, he made that choice, and that was that. ]
I'm fine. [ is his first answer, and he means it. he's not good, but he's better, a lot better. ] Nadine gave me the go-ahead to take a few laps around the room. I'm trying to build strength back at this point, but I'm keeping it slow.
if anything, sam can at least tell that peter's smile is genuine, that the relief isn't faked. but then, of course, he's in on the apologies and sam is already shaking his head, holding out a hand. ] No, no, don't- don't apologize. It's been insane here, and I'm sure it's still insane out there after those nightmares.
[ there's a question there, more specific, but still not stated. how did you do? because the only frame of reference sam has right now is geralt's body, nearly split in two, bleeding out over the sand. if anyone back in the city...
no. it doesn't matter. he wasn't here, and he can't let the guilt of what he could have done eat at him. he wasn't here, he made that choice, and that was that. ]
I'm fine. [ is his first answer, and he means it. he's not good, but he's better, a lot better. ] Nadine gave me the go-ahead to take a few laps around the room. I'm trying to build strength back at this point, but I'm keeping it slow.
Sam,
I'm pretty sure Tony's gone. I gave it a day but there's been no sign of him, and if I try to send him a message the way I'm sending you this now, it's like there's some kind of block.
[ That's all Steve sends for now. Just to get it out there, so that he isn't the only one who knows. This is what he'd worried about from the moment he met Tony here in Abraxas, and it's almost like after Peter took off, he had to follow suit.
There's no getting around it, though — the knowledge that he's returned to a grave. ]
I'm pretty sure Tony's gone. I gave it a day but there's been no sign of him, and if I try to send him a message the way I'm sending you this now, it's like there's some kind of block.
[ That's all Steve sends for now. Just to get it out there, so that he isn't the only one who knows. This is what he'd worried about from the moment he met Tony here in Abraxas, and it's almost like after Peter took off, he had to follow suit.
There's no getting around it, though — the knowledge that he's returned to a grave. ]
SHIT[ he shouldn't be surprised, it's not the first time that tony's disappeared from this place, but this time somehow feels a bit different. having steve message him, knowing that it's steve's turn, now, to go through it all. he can't help but worry for steve - whatever this process is, this grieving when you've already grieved, this scarred over wound opened back up again, it's hard. it's weird. sam's been going through it for nearly two years now and he's still not used to it. ]
YOU CAN ALSO CHECK THE HORIZON IF YOU NEED TO
IF HIS DOMAIN IS GONE...
YOU OKAY?
Yeah, I'll make sure to check there too.
[ Avengers Tower would be impossible to miss, so if it's gone, then that makes this all pretty damn final. Then again, Steve's already pretty sure about this. Checking the Horizon would be the final nail in the coffin, that's all. ]
I'll be fine. I need to talk to the landlord here and see about getting out of the lease since I definitely can't afford this place on my own.
So I might need to stay at Mag's again for a while, if there are any open rooms.
[ There's been a new influx of Summoned, from what he's heard. ]
[ Avengers Tower would be impossible to miss, so if it's gone, then that makes this all pretty damn final. Then again, Steve's already pretty sure about this. Checking the Horizon would be the final nail in the coffin, that's all. ]
I'll be fine. I need to talk to the landlord here and see about getting out of the lease since I definitely can't afford this place on my own.
So I might need to stay at Mag's again for a while, if there are any open rooms.
[ There's been a new influx of Summoned, from what he's heard. ]
[ It hadn't taken long to pick up that something was going on in the castle and she's quick to reach out to the others. ]
Hey, are you guys okay over there? Have you noticed anything weird going on?
Hey, are you guys okay over there? Have you noticed anything weird going on?
[ Steve only receives bits and pieces of the correspondence from both of them, but he tries (for the umpteenth time) to send something back. As if he can make the message send by sheer force of will. ]
There are others ḧ̵̘͍̱̜̦͛̀͗̊̽̅̔͌͂́͝e̸̢̥̖̤̖̟̒̏͑͛r̶̢̧̢̝̠̬͗̑̈̂́̃̃͋̕͘͠ͅẹ̷̡̢͔̞̥͙̯̩̬̲̯̺̍͒͒͊̍̋̾͛̎̌͆͑̃ ̴̗̗̬͕͗̄͂͒͑̾ẅ̵͙̜̣͎́̊͜i̸̳̗͈̗̰͓͚̱͉͆̃̽͜t̴̢̜̹̜͍̺̗̮̠̤̰͎̝̘͕̀͂͝ḩ̸̤̹̬͔̳͂̽͐͒̔̌͒͌̀͊̄́͛͆̚ͅ ̵̙̗͈̭̦̀̈́̓̂̂̏̂͂͘m̵̢̧͖̪̖̦̜͎̮̺̏͜ę̷̨̛̗̘̠̗̻̺̖̥̖͕̑̽̿̇̚.
Ẁ̵͈̃̐̒̏e̵͎̰̰͕͎̱̞̗̾̃̒ͅ'̵̳̮̞͖̲̳̹̦̟̯̝̝̲̐̈͑̋̉ͅr̸̭̒͊̅́̾͝e̷̛͚̙̯̘̪̱̒͒̀̓̇̀̑͆͘͝hanging i̷̧͈͗̓̃̀̇̃̚ń̸̡̦̣̦̪͈̖̬̃̎͊̇ ̵̺̥͈̲̺̅̓́͠t̴̡̡̖͇̮̫̦͍̩̙̳̫̭͕̐̍̍͐͒̀ͅh̴̠̮̥̣̗͖̺̿̐̊̾͛͋́̀̆e̴̢̺̩̣̰̻̫̱̻͙͎͔̘̪̔̊̇̓̽̈͋͒͒̽r̴̢̛͍͔͓̤̯͕̺̫͕̗͗̎̅̈̃̎̋̾͜è̷̡̛̖̙̽̾̊̈́̐̇̃̇̔̂,̷̧̢̛͈̻̘͖̬̙̜͎͕̤̪̔͐͛̀̄̉͊̿̕͝, looking f̵̱̦͚̣̺̗̖͖̮͚͖̂ơ̴̡̖̰̦̩͙͙͂̍̆̇̓̈́́̾͝ͅr̴̨̧̡̮̩̼̫̝̿͌͒̐̀͝ ̵̘̝̙̭̟͚͔̦͚̱̟͇̃̚a̵̳͍͎̬̰̜͚̮͍͚̳͇̖͚͑͠͠ͅ ̵̪͍͇̮̪͌̊̓̊̓̌̽͛͗̍̏w̶̧̢̝̝̺͇̟̲̠̰̞̺̃̈́͆̈̚a̴̝̯̮̗̺̎͊̓̌͋̏̈́̀͘̚ý̴̨̬̦̦̖̯̪̽̆̅͐͐̋̄͗͌̇̕͝͝͝ ̶̳͍̥̫̓̿̀́o̸̡̞̟̬̪̱̤͕̟̿̎̉̾͋͊̽̀́̑͑͊̇̚ų̷̨̧̯̻͓̻̣̫͚͈̞̻̗͖͆̑͆͂̂̆͛̀͗̀͝ṭ̷͙̼̹̫̩̯̒̑͌̀̍͒̊͒͆̚
N̵̡̥̭̠̜̱̞̩͕̬̹̞̗̟̍̃̌̏̊̃̿̈́̓̀̇͋͠ö̸̡̧̜̣̯͚̱͚̞͚͓̲̎̂͒̑̆͊̔̚ţ̴̛͓̺͕̥̖̠̘͎̳̞͍̯̍̊́̃͂̉̅̾́̋̚ͅͅ ̴͕̱̩͎̟̝͇͔̳̫̹͉͑͠s̶͈̔̿̒͌̍̅͠u̴̢̡̟̳̩̞̪͔̙̮̞̅́̑̃̽͗̆̔͗̿̕͜͠r̵̜̠͊̋e̵̛̪͉͔̘͎͑͂̔̿͆́̈̀̾͂͛̇͘̚͜ ̵́͋̏̍̆̎́̀ͅi̶̙͇͋̈́͆̏̔̎̑̐͜͠f̴̡̠̩̤͕̦̼͉͙́̾͌͐̈̚ ̶̠͙͒̀̽́̄́͛͗͆̋͗͘͘͠Į̷̬̥̱̟͕͇͇̻̳̭̈̓̈̀̽͗͊̍̕ ̷̗̯̮͔̟̟̫͇̈́̆̈́̀͛͂̀̚̕̚͝͝c̴̻̳͛̓̅̀͐̀͊̂͂̍͘a̴̢̛̛̳͚͕̤̦͍̫̪͓͚̭̾̌͋͌̐͋̓̃͘̚͝ͅͅn̶̗̪͖̝̼̦̱͇̼̪̑́͋̔ access Horizon
There are others ḧ̵̘͍̱̜̦͛̀͗̊̽̅̔͌͂́͝e̸̢̥̖̤̖̟̒̏͑͛r̶̢̧̢̝̠̬͗̑̈̂́̃̃͋̕͘͠ͅẹ̷̡̢͔̞̥͙̯̩̬̲̯̺̍͒͒͊̍̋̾͛̎̌͆͑̃ ̴̗̗̬͕͗̄͂͒͑̾ẅ̵͙̜̣͎́̊͜i̸̳̗͈̗̰͓͚̱͉͆̃̽͜t̴̢̜̹̜͍̺̗̮̠̤̰͎̝̘͕̀͂͝ḩ̸̤̹̬͔̳͂̽͐͒̔̌͒͌̀͊̄́͛͆̚ͅ ̵̙̗͈̭̦̀̈́̓̂̂̏̂͂͘m̵̢̧͖̪̖̦̜͎̮̺̏͜ę̷̨̛̗̘̠̗̻̺̖̥̖͕̑̽̿̇̚.
Ẁ̵͈̃̐̒̏e̵͎̰̰͕͎̱̞̗̾̃̒ͅ'̵̳̮̞͖̲̳̹̦̟̯̝̝̲̐̈͑̋̉ͅr̸̭̒͊̅́̾͝e̷̛͚̙̯̘̪̱̒͒̀̓̇̀̑͆͘͝hanging i̷̧͈͗̓̃̀̇̃̚ń̸̡̦̣̦̪͈̖̬̃̎͊̇ ̵̺̥͈̲̺̅̓́͠t̴̡̡̖͇̮̫̦͍̩̙̳̫̭͕̐̍̍͐͒̀ͅh̴̠̮̥̣̗͖̺̿̐̊̾͛͋́̀̆e̴̢̺̩̣̰̻̫̱̻͙͎͔̘̪̔̊̇̓̽̈͋͒͒̽r̴̢̛͍͔͓̤̯͕̺̫͕̗͗̎̅̈̃̎̋̾͜è̷̡̛̖̙̽̾̊̈́̐̇̃̇̔̂,̷̧̢̛͈̻̘͖̬̙̜͎͕̤̪̔͐͛̀̄̉͊̿̕͝, looking f̵̱̦͚̣̺̗̖͖̮͚͖̂ơ̴̡̖̰̦̩͙͙͂̍̆̇̓̈́́̾͝ͅr̴̨̧̡̮̩̼̫̝̿͌͒̐̀͝ ̵̘̝̙̭̟͚͔̦͚̱̟͇̃̚a̵̳͍͎̬̰̜͚̮͍͚̳͇̖͚͑͠͠ͅ ̵̪͍͇̮̪͌̊̓̊̓̌̽͛͗̍̏w̶̧̢̝̝̺͇̟̲̠̰̞̺̃̈́͆̈̚a̴̝̯̮̗̺̎͊̓̌͋̏̈́̀͘̚ý̴̨̬̦̦̖̯̪̽̆̅͐͐̋̄͗͌̇̕͝͝͝ ̶̳͍̥̫̓̿̀́o̸̡̞̟̬̪̱̤͕̟̿̎̉̾͋͊̽̀́̑͑͊̇̚ų̷̨̧̯̻͓̻̣̫͚͈̞̻̗͖͆̑͆͂̂̆͛̀͗̀͝ṭ̷͙̼̹̫̩̯̒̑͌̀̍͒̊͒͆̚
N̵̡̥̭̠̜̱̞̩͕̬̹̞̗̟̍̃̌̏̊̃̿̈́̓̀̇͋͠ö̸̡̧̜̣̯͚̱͚̞͚͓̲̎̂͒̑̆͊̔̚ţ̴̛͓̺͕̥̖̠̘͎̳̞͍̯̍̊́̃͂̉̅̾́̋̚ͅͅ ̴͕̱̩͎̟̝͇͔̳̫̹͉͑͠s̶͈̔̿̒͌̍̅͠u̴̢̡̟̳̩̞̪͔̙̮̞̅́̑̃̽͗̆̔͗̿̕͜͠r̵̜̠͊̋e̵̛̪͉͔̘͎͑͂̔̿͆́̈̀̾͂͛̇͘̚͜ ̵́͋̏̍̆̎́̀ͅi̶̙͇͋̈́͆̏̔̎̑̐͜͠f̴̡̠̩̤͕̦̼͉͙́̾͌͐̈̚ ̶̠͙͒̀̽́̄́͛͗͆̋͗͘͘͠Į̷̬̥̱̟͕͇͇̻̳̭̈̓̈̀̽͗͊̍̕ ̷̗̯̮͔̟̟̫͇̈́̆̈́̀͛͂̀̚̕̚͝͝c̴̻̳͛̓̅̀͐̀͊̂͂̍͘a̴̢̛̛̳͚͕̤̦͍̫̪͓͚̭̾̌͋͌̐͋̓̃͘̚͝ͅͅn̶̗̪͖̝̼̦̱͇̼̪̑́͋̔ access Horizon
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