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Omega is quiet on the first Monday after Snow White’s execution. He keeps to himself mostly, patrolling dutifully, keeping to his thoughts to himself.

It’s after the sun goes down that he decides to act on those thoughts, sliding a poorly scrawled note under Ferdinand’s door. The writing is barely legible, but it reads: “MEET ME AT THE ARENA.”

It’s there that he waits for his friend, staring up at the moon, nervousness and guilt weighing on his mechanical heart.

Date: 2025-08-11 08:01 pm (UTC)
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[He almost calls it off right there- not just because of Omega's distress, but because his thoughts are Ferdinand's own. He wants to fucking live. To go to the stars and find something other then this broken world or the one he left behind.

But they can't, for the exact reason Omega states. Because someone else will die.

(and unknown to them many would. tiny broken corpses litter the future. is this the red path hubert spoke so much of? how could have ever wanted to join him on it?)

And eventually they all would.]


From what you've told me of them, yes. I think so.

[Saints, he really is a monster, isn't he?]

Date: 2025-08-11 08:17 pm (UTC)
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Of course. Will your leg hold? I know we should avoid all three of us being see together but-

[He worries]

Date: 2025-08-11 08:24 pm (UTC)
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... ah. So she will.

Goodnight, Omega. Hopefully I will not see you at a trial in the morning.

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