☆020- And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall.

[live_ringer]

Lockon, also known as Aim, is gone.

[Unless there is something in the following comments that needs to be addressed, don't expect a response.]


((ooc: This entry is going up on March 19^th. Below will be threads for quicklogs with the people that were told in person on the 18^th.))

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[quicklog--Target]

[live_ringer]

Last night. One moment we were talking and the next... [He lifted one hand to indicate the "nothing" meant to finish that sentence, then shook his head. He wasn't really making eye contact.}

[quicklog--Target]

[letmefollow.livejournal.com]

[She took a deep breath and let her shoulders fall slightly. The tea sat untouched in her hands.]

He just vanished.

[It seemed mind boggling, that he would just disappear, just like that. So strange and so final.]

And his journal-?

[quicklog--Target]

[live_ringer]

[Lyle nods as she finishes his sentence. To say it was surreal would be an understatement, not the least because it also happened in his dream.]

Journal's right here.

[He dug into a pocket of his coat and produced the journal, handing it to her.]

You can keep it if you like. There's, a note, too.

[He gestured toward the rifle bag between them where an envelope stuck out of one of the outside pockets.]

[quicklog--Target]

[letmefollow.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you don't want to keep it yourself?

[Nevertheless, she took the journal from him, skimming her fingers over the worn leather binding, and rested it on her lap. She felt strangely numb; it had only been a matter of weeks since Vimes had pressed the significance of the forgotten journals on her. To think that Neil's now numbered amongst them...]

[She swallowed and glanced over at the note; wanting to read it but not wanting to do so in front of Lyle. She had no idea what was inside it, but she could imagine. Neil had his dorky, sentimental side.]

I'm so sorry, Lyle.

[quicklog--Target]

[live_ringer]

It's fine. I've kept one of his notebooks. This should go to someone else.

[He might have felt bad about not offering a peek at that, but it was all matters from home. Not to mention, there was one tidbit he was certain Target would not be happy to see.

Her comment elicited a sigh.] You and me both.

[His fingers tightened around his teacup. Once more the subject of what to do now flitted across his mind, and he sipped his tea to buy time to contemplate the options. It wasn't like with Krile, whom he felt comfortable hugging while they both worked through the grief. Here there was an invisible wall of 'dealing with it' and Lyle wondered if it was best to stay for a bit or leave so she could let it tumble down if she needed. He had caught the look she gave the note--Lyle doubted it was anything that could be read with company around.

That decided it, really. Setting the teacup down he rose to his feet, but didn't walk forward. Instead, he rested one hand on her shoulder.]

If there's anything else--[Well, he didn't know what to offer, but he was sure she could fill in the blanks if need be.]