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[metamorphosing]

I was supposed to meet with Charles for dinner tonight, but he never showed. I came by his apartment, but there's no sign of him, and no answer when I called. It's not like him. His room is empty, except for the helmet I found there. That's it.

I think he's gone.

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[pelagically]

I am, and I can say the same for you. Raven, I assume? They were only good things, of course.

I wish there was more I could do.

[metamorphosing]

You got it in one. I'm glad to hear he spoke highly of me.

It's okay. What can anyone really do in a situation like this? We all lose people. Like anywhere else, all we can do is grieve, really. Right?