steelmyself | who stole your heart and the key?

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a forest dark,
ic

who stole your heart and the key?

In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.

You fall down.

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[ uh. ]

The... orange one...?

"That might be him," she agrees, stirring the pot some more.

You don't even know?

She lowers her gaze a little, though she still seems fairly cheerful. "This isn't really my place. But I'm sure it'll be better once we all sit down and have a meal together."

If he's supposed to be the one cooking, why did he leave?

Her smile is wistful now. "I don't know...I think he had something really important to do. I hope he's okay."

[ this is stupid.

HEADING BACK THROUGH THE CRACK IF HE CAN ]

I'll... be back, I guess.

Rocks seem to have fallen in the crack while you were talking to the woman, even though you didn't hear them. You can't go back. There's no going back. You can only move forward.

[ ... :(

just... stands there for a long moment, staring, before looking for other ways to go... ]

There doesn't seem to be a way to go back, but you can head past the woman and move deeper down.

[ if he can't "go back"...

... just... quietly goes to sit near the woman. ]

She doesn't protest, but after a minute or so of cooking, she pulls one of the swords out of the pot and holds it out to him. "You're going to need this if you want to keep going. It'll provide light!"

Indeed, it seems to be glowing faintly.

[ .... why. taking it...??? ]

But... this isn't food.

"Well, no. You guys are dead, right? You don't need food. But pick me up something if there's a market in there, okay?"

But... you said you wanted everyone to eat together.

She smiles a little. "Don't get me wrong...it's more of a family dinner. But, maybe sometime you can join us. He likes you."

[ that... makes him feel guilty, and a little angry, but. ]

... I... I don't think he does.

"Sure, he does." She stirs the food some more with the remaining sword, still smiling. "You're kind of his boyfriend. He likes people like that, but he's bad at showing it because he's busy being a hero."

[ wat ]

I don't... know that word. Um. All I do is make him angry.

"You don't?" She pauses at that. "It's a good thing I'm an English teacher! A boyfriend is a lover, a beau, a paramour, a romantic partner. And he's mad at himself, not you."

[ ... ???? ]

But... he gets mad at me? I, um. I don't... think it's anything like that, either...

"That's because he's a bit of an idiot."

I don't see how that makes a difference...

She sighs. "Well, maybe he'll be better after all of this."

[ he doesn't know what "better" means, or really hold out hope for change at all. at least nothing that he could do.

he stares at the sword in his hand for a moment, before turning to go. ]

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