Farkhad only wanted to help, only wanted his friends to understand the unwanted possibility of being held liable. Farkhad is strong and smart, but treads too heavily on the ice.

Andrey Stamatin was one half of a whole, the sharp edge of a blade. He took the beatings and did the dirty work, all to ensure his brother’s safety and success. He would light himself on fire just to warm his twin and illuminate his path.

That’s the song your people sing when times are hard, isn’t it?

Now that the Sand Pest is no longer an issue, the Bachelor's quest has been fulfilled and he can return to the Capital. However, there's one person making it difficult to leave.

He doesn’t know exactly what it is that brought him there, at the doorstep of the Stillwater, but he’s not so surprised with himself. He’s been wandering for a while in the city, lost in thoughts and now he’s at the opposite part of Town from his home, so tired he feels like he could faint any moment. So, he goes up the stair and knocks.

Bad Grief moves on, but goes back to scrap what was left and rework the pieces.

The week that follows.

Daniil Dankovsky wakes inside a coffin. Mark Immortell sits next to him, as the lights come back on.

“It’s laughable, he thinks, walking out of the rain and into Peter’s studio at the earliest hours of the morning, before the sun has even begun to rise. They must be a sorry sight. Two men long-limbed as the other, Nikola ungracefully stumbling upstairs with Peter leaning against him.” or, self-indulgent oc x canon. pathologic 1

Aglaya is incredibly meticulous, but even she has moments where her mask strays and she questions something as any other person would. Which is, in this case, "Is that my shirt, or yours?"