#the work endures...

[I did it.]

"I've heard you w-w-want-desire a playdate between a 'Forge Sister' and the Twelfth-And-A-Half Architect?" They asked. "I would be able to do it as soon as possible."

@twelfth-architect-official

Ah, greetings! Yes, somebug gave Us the thought. Where should the two meet if this is to happen?

[Forge Sister picked up another coal, but Forge Daughter quickly confiscated it.]

She needs to stop doing that…

—Forge Daughter

What are all of you grateful for this years?

Our strip:

{We our grateful for the chance to meet all you wonderful bugs who life outside the Forge and for our wonderful apprentice, Ballow}

Let us make a fake Gratitude Chain!

We thought he’d come back, we were sure…

Days, it’s been, we barely remember…

His dear face…

Surely it’s not over, surely we can fight to get him back.

And if no help can be gathered,

We won’t care if we’re far beyond our prime.

We’ll drag him out from the void if it kills us.

We’d rather have him live his full life without us than to live without him or sight of the Forging line continuing.

Ballow, hang tight, I’m coming…

—Forge Daughter

Huh. We have never seen a bug spell Our name like that…

We like it! Forg f bel, yeah that-

[Forge Daughter dissolves into hysterical laughter]

[Forge Daughter and Histarte had returned to the lake. It had taken them far too long to recover from the whiplash of the near-fight. Forge Daughter hated Herself for it. How could She just give up like that? No, no, She was going to make this right. She would save Ballow now, She could. Even if it took all of Her strength to raise Her hammer above Her head and-]

[…]

Ballow…

[A corpse stared back at Her. No, it did not stare, for it had no eyes, no soul to look with. It did not even move when She mustered up the courage to touch it. It was cold, and the void stained Her already coal-dark fingers blacker, if that were possible. She could not cry, for Her helmet was burned onto Her face, but if She could now, the two of them would drowm. Instead, She just stood there. How could She have let this happen? She was a coward, that’s what She was. Even more cowardly than what Histarte called herself. Preferring predictability and safety of Her mind rather than Her own apprentice’s life. It was Her fault. Hers.]

[‘This is why you were sent to work down here in the Docks. You were never worthy of the Citadel’s grace in the first place. Coward.’ A voice rang in Forge Daughter’s ears. To who it belonged, She did not recognize. Who had said it, She did not want to know. She turned back to Histarte, hoping maybe Her friend would have any idea of what to do now.]

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>Why are We cold

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>What is medicine

>How to get medicine

>Substitutes for medicine