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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[businessorlibation]

"Yes. I know exactly what you mean." He sighs, turning back toward her. "Of course, you can't say I wasn't kidnapped by an insane being of godlike power to be used for his obscure purposes, slowly having everything that made me normal sucked out of me. Maybe on some level, this is all fitting."

[crushed_pearls]

"Maybe, but you're allowed to feel a kinda way about that, man. I might be shipping out from the Court of accepting that you can't un-change and you gotta be happy as you are now but if anyone rolled up to a Spring Court trying to say it's a good thing they became Lost that person is gonna change into a corpse real fucking fast."

[businessorlibation]

"I'm feeling a lot of contradictory ways, honestly." He lets out a heavy sigh.

[crushed_pearls]

"Ain't that the experience." Erin's ears droop faintly. "...I'm tryin' to be here for you but this is just left enough of my wheelhouse that I'm not sure how."

[businessorlibation]

"Tell me everything I need to know to keep myself out of trouble, given what I'm dealing with. Teach me. And tell me you love me still, that'll help a lot."

[crushed_pearls]

Erin reaches over and squeezes Johnny's hand. "My friend, I've got your back now and always. It'll be alright."

There's more than one way to say 'love'. Erin takes her hand back only reluctantly, but leaves it on the bar in case Johnny still wants it.

"...Some stuff might be easier shown, but are you asking about the vows, the Mantle, or both? The Mantle is more of a hypothetical problem where this ship suddenly crash lands on a world full of the Lost."