Antonin Nikolaevich Dolohov (
alt_antonin) wrote2015-08-30 08:07 pm
Private message to my youngest sister
I am alive; I am safe; I have gone home. I have sworn never to return and it is a vow I intend to keep.
Good luck with the wards; I shall exert what scraps of influence I may from here to ensure matters go as smoothly as possible.
Live well, little star.
Good luck with the wards; I shall exert what scraps of influence I may from here to ensure matters go as smoothly as possible.
Live well, little star.
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We were in the desert, on the steps of a half-buried temple, although from what he said I believe he was seeing the landscape as something else entirely. He looked well; he said that he's all right, and that he's waiting.
I asked him to forgive me for the ways in which I failed him, and he said that he did. And he sent me back.
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