Acceptance [This is a PK Post, guys]

[Sherlocks_ homes 31]

Spoiler

 

 

As Marrow lay down in the operating room-turned sickbay, he reflected upon recent events. Despite the dutiful treatments of his brothers and sisters, his illness had only grown worse as time went on. He was much paler than usual and it seemed as though every breath brought pain to his lungs. He had pored through the medical texts left by his bedside in an attempt to sate his boredom, and now had an understanding of medicine which might have helped him avoid this whole mess. Or perhaps not. It hardly mattered now. What was done was done and Marrow knew that better than most. Pausing from his musings, Marrow caught sight of a sheet of paper resting conveniently on his bedside table. Picking a charcoal stylus from his pocket, he sluggishly began his composition between strained coughs:

 

“To all whom it may concern, consider these my final words. I’ve had a good run, but it seems that fate has finally caught up with me. Please do not mourn me with tears and silence, but remember me knowing that I shall soon be among other brothers and sisters. If you will please excuse my favoritism, I have a few remarks for those who I knew best.

 

Naffog, I am sorry to provoke your ire by being overtaken by this disease, but I am simply not strong enough. Please don’t take it personally. You’ve been an exemplary friend and brother, guiding me when I’ve needed guidance and tolerating my antics with grace.

 

Sahar, As the first person to welcome me into the Edict, I’d like to extend a heartfelt thank-you. You have been a trusted confidant and sister. For these reasons I am trusting you to ensure my cremation. I’d like my remains to be made free upon the winds, not imprisoned below the ground. 

 

Ayche, You have my utmost respect as one of the few people who would join me on the train of nonsense which I often jumped upon. Carry on.

 

Tsisha, Sitting here now, it feels rather ironic that just a little while ago I was poking fun at your advanced age. Regardless, I thank you for many a good drink in Holm and wish you well in your work with the kha. You’ve been a good friend.

 

Zuni, Thanks for leading me back home. Congratulations on your upward climb through the ranks, you have certainly earned it.

 

Ilkri, It was fun teaching you sarcasm and talking about ghosts. Thank you for humoring me when I needed it, even if it was just me spouting complete and utter nonsense. If you’d ever like to see the finished product of ‘The Mystery of the Bloodied Rose’, feel absolutely free to break into my home and retrieve it. I wont be annoyed, I assure you.

 

Thank you all for making my life an interesting one,

Marrow E. Scaevolus II”

 

Upon the completion of his signature, Marrow flimsily folded the paper in half and set it on top of the medical manuals strewn beside his bed. Taking one last sip of honeyed tea to calm his cough, he shakily placed the cup on his beside table and reclined his head into a pillow. After shifting himself around to get as comfortable as possible, Marrow finally relaxed, a seldom-seen look of calm coming across his face. Sometime in the night, he breathed his last.

 

((It’s been fun, fellas, but all good things must come to an end. Also, I have NOT played Red Dead 2, as a matter of fact. Suck on that, Peasant.)

[H 820]

“...’Strong immune system’, my ass,” Ayche snorts when he hears the news. Then, more quietly – “Rest well, brother.”

 

And then he sobs until he has no tears left.

 

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Ilkri reads the note and then reads it again, tears blurring her vision. It falls to the ground as the Orcess turns, her fist smashing into the nearest wall. “Zkah, Marrow!” She’d cry, shaking her head. “If lat vantud tu git out ub dat favur zo nub’hozhly, kould ub juzt azked...” She’d trail off, head lowered and gaze on the ground. “Rezt vell, Bruddah. Mi luv lat.”

[Murdervish 308]

When Sahar read the note and looked over Marrow’s body, she wouldn’t say anything. She kept her face stony, placed the note back down, and walked back to the keep without responding to a single person.

 

Since then, strange ochre lights have been fluttering and writhing like candlelight from her windows. Whispering conversations and the creaking of floor boards accompany them. The Vicar of the Dead does not seem to be pleased with the march of another soul.

[Fiyaleh 72]

Zuni returns to the Clinic where she laid Marrow to heal, her heart wrenching in her chest at the sight of his too-still body. Her movements are heavy and sluggish as she checks his pulse and picks up the letter he left for them, letting it flutter back down to its rest. Tears well in the Uruk’s eyes as she bows her head, praying to every god she knows to take care of her brother, before she slowly departs to inform the others.

 

”For everything there is a season. Keep safe, until we meet again, bruddah...”