WEEK 8

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Two months. Two months of being trapped in this mansion. Two months of heartbreak and despair. Two months of wondering if you are all going to die here.

You finally have a real ray of hope thanks to Mr. Walt, but even he claims that it will be a hard journey ahead. You all have to be strong, physically, emotionally, any kind of strength will work against what you're up against. Maybe take the next few days to rest before the long journey, or prepare for the dangers that await, the choice is yours, but...

Will you be able to escape?

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[defyingfrigidity]

[She can understand how off it felt. She really did feel bad, that Maui's statue was so incomplete, but she'd rather have a perfect likeness of all his tattoos rather than a shoddy job or something flat-out wrong.]

Mm, I suppose you're right... and if we do everything right, if Walt can help us as much as he can... I suppose we won't need these.

[But Elsa is someone who will always drag herself down, especially when she's not feeling too good, so.]

But I suppose you know me by now... I still feel a bit guilty no matter what.

[toogoodforhim]

[He almost wants to ask if he can keep it, the heavy weight cool in his hands, but reluctantly he sets it back down with the others. It belongs there, watching over them all like Maui almost certainly was - wherever they all were.]

Yeah, it's- it's hard. [He knows her by now, and he also knows himself. The thoughts that have plagued him since Friday, if he'd been there he could have saved Maui, could have stopped him or at the very least put him out. Even if he'd woken up a little sooner, or gotten up to get a drink, maybe he could have saved him.

But he didn't. And Maui was gone.]

But we're going to make it right. They're counting on us; Anna, and Maui, and everyone else. I still...can't believe we actually have a chance to save them.

[Even though he'd set the ice Maui back down, he reached out again to run his fingers over the almost glass-like curls.]

Can you... make me something?

[defyingfrigidity]

Of course.

[There's barely any hesitation when she responds. For however much she doubts herself when it comes to using her magic for herself, she'll never hesitate when it comes to helping her friends. As seen by the memorial, or Lefou's vest...]

What do you want me to make?

[toogoodforhim]

...I'm sorry, this is going to sound silly. I just...

[Want something to remember him by.]

Would like some kind of, um. Token. [He twists his fingers together.] Like a...small model of his hook, maybe.

[Lefou himself never saw the hook, but everyone else did, briefly. He likes the idea of having something like a weight, something to carry close to his heart to remind him of what he's still fighting for.]