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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Cy appears on the Plane, looking totally out of it. She's sitting, small and wide-eyed and confused, amidst the scattered bodies of dead cats. They're sad, grotesque creatures, some missing eyes, or a leg, some unnaturally large, almost all missing hair around the face and neck. Most have wounds, some shallow and unhealed, others recent, signs of a brutal fight. Many of them are charred. The one closest to Cy has wires wound up into one of its eye sockets.

She walks over to him, dabs gently at his face, and starts trying ineffectively to clean the soot from around his nose.]

Wake up, brother. There's dances to be done. Wake up. You can find the road again. Please?

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[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She hunkers down, picking up on the vibes but unwilling to move.] Their lights went out. Put the lights back in?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

I can't. [just stares at the bodies] I'm sorry.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Takes a half-hearted swipe at his hand.] Liar. Liar! Be a liar. Please?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[keeps a hand on her] Don't forget them. They won't leave you if you keep them in your memory.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

But I got none. Didn't know them. Just sad for them. I don't want them to disappear!