After Aather!

[followtheblackrabbit]

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[likeawritingdesk]

It was really miserable then. I know... I thought about abandoning him, and I know in my gut that. . . he would have just. . . [let me. . .]

. . . But I never did. Instead I just did all I could. Killed, whored, stole... everything... ugly in the world. And Vincent suffered so much. I just wanted us to be okay.

And one day, when we were sure to die together, Jack appeared. He came and saved us, cleaned us up, and brought us to the Baskerville house.

[followtheblackrabbit]

Then you became Glen's servant.

[likeawritingdesk]

Yeah.

More than that. I became his successor.

[followtheblackrabbit]

[nods]

Jack showed me some of that. While he was fighting Leo.

[likeawritingdesk]

[hrrngh holds him a little more securely against him.]

. . . We were pretty happy then. Like a dream.

Glen was really gentle and kind. And Jack... I never thought there was anything cruel in him.

It was easy to get twisted up in his story with things only half-remembered.

I think... Glen felt it. But he wanted to believe in him too.

[followtheblackrabbit]

[slides his hands down, holding to Gil's shirt]

Jack was . . . it was all because of Glen's sister, Lacie. Everything he did was for her.

[likeawritingdesk]

Lacie? . . .

Glen's...?

[followtheblackrabbit]

[nods]

She was a child of misfortune, like Vincent. And—I think she was Alice's mother as well.

[likeawritingdesk]

[. . . . .

WHAT????]

[followtheblackrabbit]

I don't know for sure, but they both looked a lot a like . . .

[likeawritingdesk]

[i




hang on]

Glen's sister? Who died... who was...

[followtheblackrabbit]

Alice's mother.

[likeawritingdesk]

[this was maybe too many of the puzzle pieces at once

makes a sort of huffed "huh" noise]

[followtheblackrabbit]

I guess we'll have a lot of time to figure it out now.

[likeawritingdesk]

[runs the nightray ring he wears around on his finger a few times fidgeting]

. . .

[followtheblackrabbit]

[notices, looking up at him]

Gil?

[likeawritingdesk]

[stares at him, unable to remotely hide the lost look in his eyes that he hasn't had in a while]

[followtheblackrabbit]

Gil . . . what is it?

[likeawritingdesk]

Ah, I...

I think... I realized something... something I never knew...

[followtheblackrabbit]

What's that?

[likeawritingdesk]

. . . Why I was . . .

Why me and Vince. . . why we were taken. . . [swallows thickly]

Why I was to be Glen. . .

[likeawritingdesk]

[ugh

uggh

hugs him...]

[followtheblackrabbit]

Gil . . .

[:x yes, hugs are good, holding him tight]

[likeawritingdesk]

The Baskervilles "protect the world"... Glen Baskerville himself with the greatest power, of judgement. The children of misfortune and their curse... and a sister? That Master never even talked about, only a song title...

[followtheblackrabbit]

I don't know any more except for what Jack saw, what Jack knew . . .