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Zoe Baker is unrecognizable. With her new name, pristine body, and red hair that cascades just past her shoulders, she’s nothing like the girl Ethan met back in Dulvey. Whether that’s for better or worse has yet to be determined, and she has to blink a few times. Is this real? Is this really happening?

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And last but not least?

they weren’t supposed to be meeting like this. they never were. father would be furious. mother would be distraught. yet little of that mattered, as karl approached ; mischief and excitement heartily teasing his youthful features.

" hmm, you know better than that," muses the wizard. it's a silent sort of sentiment, cooed reassuringly into the crook of Ethan's ear. Heisenberg continues to lull the other forward ; a gentle push against his lower back, gently instructing him to keep moving. Wizard Heisenberg marches close behind, each step matching to Ethan's, rhythmically and steadily increasing in a clockwork pace. cobblestone walkway clashes against metal heel, with each sound reverberating down the stairwell they walked.

"you remember what I've taught you, don't you ? " his voice carries, now louder and more boisterous -- as if eager for other ears to catch it. Heisenberg was drawing attention to the both of them, which wasn't reading as a wise move, considering they were certainly being followed.

by what ? ethan couldn't be sure. shadows, of something. monsters. crawling, oozing, invading. it was just one, then three, and now . . . ?

no time to count, as Heisenberg was grasping at both of Ethan's hands. his thumbs massage and press into the soft of Ethan's palms, drawing secretive worry circles. to ground them both. to be present. to say -- 'hold on, I'm here.'

"first," says Heisenberg, stretching upright. "don't look back." Ethan can feel his arms being pulled and wrapped ; the embrace between the men tightens drastically, and Karl Heisenberg begins to break into a sprint. they were headed directly towards the balcony of the roof -- and approaching fast.

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It's been a long night, a night of drinking and feasting and swapping stories by the fire. It's the kind of long night that only comes from doing everything possible to delay the arrival of tomorrow. Tomorrow, for all they know, will be death.

But inevitably the embers die down, and the conversation falls off. Time still passes, despite the Duke's best efforts.

As Ethan goes to leave, the Duke feels a desperate need rise up inside him. So many times he's almost touched Ethan, but he's always fought the urge back. There's work to be done, he scolds himself, now is not the time to be unprofessional. But with a decisive final battle ahead and death lurking at the threshold he finally realises that either he does it now, or lives forever wishing he'd done it. To hell with professionalism.

"Ethan, wait-"

The Duke reaches out for Ethan's hand and takes it in his, holding him in place long enough to look him in the eyes. He's unsure if Ethan can hear his thoughts but he tries to put them in his head, anyway.

To be entirely honest, Ailani knew the bare minimum about Ethan. She’d heard a thing or two from her girlfriend, Jill, but her knowledge remained limited. She’d remained with the B.S.A.A., for she hadn’t been told of the rot eating away at the agency from the inside. But part of Ailani knew. The sheer amount of new ghosts she’d seen hanging around HQ lately couldn’t have been a good sign. In any case, Ailani had been brought here for a reason, and she smiled brightly.

Chris hands Ethan a glass of wine and sips from his own strawberry margarita. The noise level is pretty loud tonight, but he finds it a welcome change of pace. There's something almost relaxing about it to him. He doesn't have to be all business in here.