Epilogue

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EPILOGUE

Your stopped time has restarted. Whether you were in the grassy field or fighting for your life on the castle grounds, you'll suddenly find yourself in an untouched area of the gardens. Ish is back, and so are the items, and the dead.

You return to Chateau Ambregris with the certain knowledge that come Monday, you will greet a new week, in a home of your own choosing. No longer will the chime of the clocks hunt you down, no longer will the oppressive scent of roses haunt your senses, no longer will you be forced to watch the death of those you've come to love and hate.

Parting is such a bittersweet sorrow, isn't it?

Make merry one last time, in this castle of illusions. Ironically, your memories of this stolen time that never existed are the one thing that will truly remain to you.

END NOTES

🔮 All dead are revived as tsukumogami! Congrats on your immortality(?)
🔮 Any other contracts made with Ish will be honored
🔮 Characters may choose to leave for any world they desire.
🔮 Time has not passed while you were stuck in this loop!
🔮 There will be no cross-dimensional world travel, except for on Samhain (Witches New Year October 31st/November 1st). On these dates, Ish will enable everyone to visit each other's world freely.
🔮 Universal Communication will be possible, courtesy of Manba and Ish. Everyone who wants one will be given a small fox that can communicate with other foxes through voice and video; the foxes can talk and are fairly simple creatures, enjoy them and give them fried tofu once in a while.
🔮 Powers are on for the finale, but Ish will step in and yeet anyone who gets too out of hand back to their homeworld, so play nice! (or relatively nice. )

[OOC: Welcome to your epilogue! The timeloop is ended, the evil has been defeated, and you have some time to catch your breath in the castle before the rest of your life begins! ]

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[coldseep]

( Homura's answer is met with faint surprise - perhaps because, in his heart, he had set her close to the likes of Gwawlyn and Balthazar: aloof, and apart from her own feelings. He had done a disservice to her, then - perhaps worse than divorcing her from some of the trust she may have had in him.

Though he has learned very much in his time spent fashioning himself as Gwawlyn's inverse, and much more in his time spent in Western's social cavorting, he's still a simple creature, in the end; still touched by the North, despite himself. )

... I can't think of much that'd make me happier.

( And it's true. Is there much greater privilege than being allowed the company of someone whose trust you've mistreated?

He dips his head a little lower, his length bunching up and bending to accommodate, meeting her eyes - in fact, maybe he's almost a little lower, just about looking up. )

I've always had people around me, but I've always felt so lonely. I think it's in the nature of feeling, to want to reach out. ( In the nature of having a heart. Ah, they'd had a conversation like this, hadn't they... And it makes him happy, that he and Homura share this flaw. ) ... Is it okay if I still call you my friend?

( What Homura calls them, he allows her judgment. But he'd like this indiscretion, if she doesn't mind it. )

[antemeridian]

[ How strange, to almost be looking down at a being so much bigger and greater than her. ]

Alone in a crowd. Surrounded by others, but none who can meet you halfway, much less understand.

Despite yourself, you are a very solitary creature, aren't you?

[ Frozen by the inability to choose between each and every new person he meets and grows attached to, and thus loses them all in time. How lucky for her that she'd learned how to trample over her own heart as efficiently as she does anyone else's. ]

... You may call me what you will. Do not expect me to reciprocate. [ ... ] It is not personal, that. I call few enough people friend as it is.