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ᴋᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀʀsʜ ([personal profile] castitas) wrote in [community profile] singillatim 2025-02-23 12:48 am (UTC)

[ Kate wants to ask why he's awake too, why he's wandering around at this time of night. If maybe she'd woken him when she'd come downstairs herself. But the words fall away and she opts for silence, simply nodding at his words. It's not the first time, she knows. There's been plenty of nights when she's heard creaking in the house. Nights where she can't sleep herself and spends hours staring at the ceiling.

It's like none of them can sleep in this place. Even when Tim Drake comes sneaking in through her bedroom window and silently throws himself into Merry's bed on the floor, she'll listen to him gently snore into the night for a while until she finally finds sleep herself. It'd be funny, if it weren't so awful.

Small talk feels like such... bullshit. But the silence is much worse.
]

... I get it now. [ It's so quiet. She knew it in the first place, but she just didn't want to believe it. She knows what it means. And she knows, she realises, of all people, John Irving might know it too. ] He's gone.

I can't hear him anymore, and he can't hear me either. There's just... nothing.

[ Not the thread between them. In whatever connection they shared through their powers to speak to one another in their minds — there's only empty, endless silence. ]

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