don't wait for a knight in shinin' armor, your savior's reflected in the mirror

[perpend]

[That sure was a fucking thing. That execution was a fucking thing. Those secrets are a fucking thing.

Cabanela retreats to his room, but not for all that long. Everyone will get a note eventually, written in very neat handwriting

I do not plan on bowing down to threats and intimidation. If you did not act, it means you were, like me, aware of the risk, but decided against it. Your reasons are entirely your own.

Join me in the dining room if you agree enough is enough, and that you won't acquiesce to threats. I don't plan to let this stop me, and neither should you.

-C

In the dining room itself, Cabanela has set up coffee and tea for those who want it-- there's no food, because to be honest, he doesn't know how to cook. Two more candles have been lit-- he wasn't really sure what to do about the whole... parasite thing... so Fern's candle will have to make due.]

Comments

[ninehundredlives]

I see.

[.........Susan takes a seat, folding her hands on the table.]

I didn't really have any friends before coming here, you know? It seems like it should be easy to just...not care about anyone.

[zomgboom]

It should be, but humans are social and stuff so like. They want to form connections and be loved or whatever? That's something humans and mutants share in their DNA, I guess. Whatever makes us want to form communities so we don't feel so alone.

[ninehundredlives]

Yeah. I guess I'd sort of forgotten what that felt like.