[Angus wakes up exhausted in Ambassador. So many deaths, so many lost friends and broken promises. The Phantom - no, the SQUIP - is now a friend among them, and he was posessing none other than-]
Evan Hansen?!
[He runs out into the dorm hallway.] The Wizard was using Evan Hansen?!
[He's got some things to work through. First he's dropping off the terrarium with all six of Ambassador's lizard in the cafeteria before heading into the garden. Elle is with the dead now, and he won't let her believe that he's moved on for a second. All of his old gifts to her, the hairpins, any living rose bouquets, the eidelweis encased in glass, that belongs on her tomb. He also has a flower crown made from thistles resting on it. He hopes she can make use of them.]
And even if you can't see me...know that I'm waiting for you. We will have the most epic wedding, all of us will be there. I swear on it.
[For the rest of the morning, Angus is training in the woods while Bruiser sits in a pile of pillows and naps. It's time he prepares to kill the wizard, no more waiting. The trees make for fine dummies as he throws his wright behind each swing of the Gloryhammer, denting the bark.]
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Evan Hansen?!
[He runs out into the dorm hallway.] The Wizard was using Evan Hansen?!
[He's got some things to work through. First he's dropping off the terrarium with all six of Ambassador's lizard in the cafeteria before heading into the garden. Elle is with the dead now, and he won't let her believe that he's moved on for a second. All of his old gifts to her, the hairpins, any living rose bouquets, the eidelweis encased in glass, that belongs on her tomb. He also has a flower crown made from thistles resting on it. He hopes she can make use of them.]
And even if you can't see me...know that I'm waiting for you. We will have the most epic wedding, all of us will be there. I swear on it.
[For the rest of the morning, Angus is training in the woods while Bruiser sits in a pile of pillows and naps. It's time he prepares to kill the wizard, no more waiting. The trees make for fine dummies as he throws his wright behind each swing of the Gloryhammer, denting the bark.]