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[brainiest]

 
"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!" 

 

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text; 11/9

[zerotohiro]

[It's bullshit, he decides. It's absolute bullshit that he's done everything (well, almost everything) the monarchs had wanted and that he'd fought and he'd fixed and he'd tried everything and still failed to hold on to the important pieces of this world. Jason had disappeared without warning (which...is a whole other issue in and of itself), Merida had died, Clarke had died and maybe that was why he refused to just believe that Nico wouldn't come back.

But, oddly enough, he trusts Hermione. He knows how important the boy was to her as well and he knew that the pair of them saw each other as siblings. It's not easy on her. He can't imagine it would be (and knowing first-hand? Losing a sibling is horrific and something he still wouldn't wish on anybody.)

It's hard to accept it and so he doesn't. But she doesn't need to know that he's also falling apart, too, as that reality sinks in.]

...thank you for looking and trying. [What a dumb thing to thank her for. Of course she would have looked.] Sorry. I'm really sorry. I don't know why but when he comes back we'll find him before anyone else does. [Nico has to come back someday, doesn't he? It doesn't make sense.]

Are you going to be okay? [Despite his own feelings on this, that's also important. He mostly needs to be sure that either she'll be okay, or she'll find someone to help her be okay.]

text; 11/9

[brainiest]

[ All of this is the worst thing that she could have imagined and Hermione feels sick to her stomach. Her relief at knowing so many of her friends were still here around her had been completely ripped away and in it's place was a kind of desolation that words couldn't begin to describe. It hurts, and it aches, desperately inside of her, and all she wants to do is break down and cry, to let herself curl up and sob until there's nothing else left inside of her and she can fall apart and put herself back together again and again.

She can't, though. Once upon a time, weeks ago, she was a Marchioness. She might have something the same in this world, but who can tell? What is she going to do? What can she do? She has to be strong, she has to be proud, and if that means forcing herself to be stitched together and put on a fake smile then she's going to do it without hesitation.

There's no other option, really, is there? She can't travel to another world and find Nico; she doesn't have that kind of power. ]

Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry that he's gone, that there's nothing we can do. [ She feels sick to her stomach and there's no way to make it go away. ] I'll know as soon as he's back. I'll make sure you know as well.

Eventually. Not right now, but... Soon.

text; 11/9

[zerotohiro]

[There's nothing left to say. He already has a plan now to go and keep searching despite what she says but he knows she's right. There's nothing that can be done. And there's nothing he can really do to help her now when he's not sure how to help himself. So...that's the end of it, then.]

I'd really appreciate it. And I know it probably doesn't mean a lot but...if you need anything, I guess these things work now. Take care of yourself, Hermione.

[Maybe it's rude to cut the conversation so suddenly, but he can't really deal with anything else at the moment. He needs to come to terms with what he's just learned and so with that, he disconnects the feed.]