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Werm Ignoring the Worker:
#3205, #7043Extra:
There was a silent moment, staring at the halfway demolished rubble of the pit.
Hunter was ready to have closure, yes, but not like this. It felt wrong somehow, staring at yellow tape blocking off the dusty entrance to the darkness. He glances at the werm beside him, staring with him in shock.
There wasn't anything to say. It was there, and then it was gone. Hunter found himself walking forward towards the rubble, Gesicht following behind.
"Hey, pits closed." A werm dressed in a bright yellow construction jacket and a matching hat piped up, turning his head towards the pair.
"Where...where's the worker?"
"Who?" The demolition werm furrowed his brow and pointed past Hunters shoulders and towards the horizon. "You two should get going, unless you're missing anything."
Hunter quietly nodded and moved away, gesturing to Gesicht to follow him. But the iron werm stood his ground and stared blankly at the construction worker, at the pit.
"Come'on big guy. We gotta get going." He turned his body, but his eyes stayed glued to the destruction prevailing in front of him.
They moved out of the direct line of sight of the worker. Hunter reached over to grab Gesicht's paw, holding it. Just holding it.
It was a silent act of solidarity. Maybe Hunter was just projecting, but it seemed like Gesicht was just as lost as he was. Something tying him down maybe, dragging him under. Memories left to rot in damp darkness.
"...I'm sorry." Hunter had absolutely nothing to be sorry for. He hadn't been the one to open the gates below to the oblivious and blinding sunshine above. But it was the closest way to say the deep sadness that replaced what once was a deep fear.
Hunter just wanted to let him know that he was not alone in the light. Like Gesicht made him know he wasn't alone in the dark.
They stood there, staring at the werms doing their job as if it was natural to them, and maybe it was. It began to dawn on them, in their own separate ways, that this was a tragedy. That everything that happened within the walls was nothing but a burning memory, like the bright yellow was making fun of their grief.
Hunter knew not to wallow in it, however, and tugged Gesicht's paw again, towards the now unguarded entrance into the pit.
"One last time? For your sake." For ours.
They silently retreated into the darkness, one last time, paws intertwined. Not alone. Never alone.
"Do not go gentle into that good night."
TheFinalDay
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