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]

[Susan snorts and lifts her own can.]

I can drink to that.

[sleepytimegal]

[ They can't clink, but Alex does tap them together. ]

To...saying to hell with people trying to tell you what's good for you when they've got no clue. Eh, that's supposed to be snappier but I'm tipsy.

[ninehundredlives]

To telling people to fuck off?

[to stabbing people in the face with flaming weapons?]

[sleepytimegal]

That. That one, there.

[ninehundredlives]

[Susan snorts.]

Good.