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[falsehymn]

❝But I tell you, do not swear
an oath at all:
either by Heaven, for it is God’s throne;
or by the earth,
for it is His footstool;
or by Jerusalem, for it is the
city of the Great King.
And do not swear by your head,
for you cannot make even
one hair white
or black.
All you need to say is simply 'Yes' or 'No';
anything beyond this comes from
the evil one.
—Matthew 5:34-37

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[desmomenos]

[He shakes his head at the offer. Maybe if the occasion warranted it, he'd consider accepting, but as it is... well.]

I'm fine, thank you.

What will happen when enough of your roses bloom? You didn't explain what exactly would come after in your letter.

[falsehymn]

Ah, the black ones. Those require specific fertilizer. When enough have bloomed from the necessary garden, I will be able to draw the Witch's key.

With that, I will be able to take us through the door to the End of the World. You all ought to go home from there, and, by calculation, myself and Mikaela ought to be free.

[desmomenos]

[‘Specific fertilizer’ is a hell of a way to put it. His brows furrow upon hearing it, but he listens quietly to the end. There’s a long pause as he mulls over everything that’s been said, but he finally continues with:]

Assuming everything goes according to your plan, what happens to our contracts with you?

[falsehymn]

I dissolve them. I would no longer need them.

Our connection and those boons ( the weird shadow stuff, or that supply of blood ) would disappear once I do, but I imagine none of you would need them either, once you leave this place. I do not particularly like leaving loose ends be.