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[foreshadower]

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES

Three years from now, whatever all the imPorts were called in for has been solved. The porter, in either a cruel motion or out of kindness, gives the imports a 72 hours before sending them back. It's not much time, or maybe too much, depending on the character. How are you going to spend the last time you have in the City? Maybe say goodbye to all of your friends, or finally get what you want out of it all? Will you conclude your relationship, or will things be left unsaid before you're ported out?

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[futurebatwoman]

[ horrified and upset and wanting to find a way around the ultimatum. ]

[hacktivist]

...Max.

Can we talk?

[he contemplated avoiding this.]

[futurebatwoman]

[ She did too, and she's somewhere between shock and tears. ]

Yes, of course.

What about?

[hacktivist]

Words I never believed would be necessary, but are owed to you.

I never thought it fair you should have to love a dead man. I tried--poorly--selfishly--to conceal that from you, and worked with half strength... never realized potential. If what we had was any reflection, what we could have had would be heaven.

I am in love with you.

[futurebatwoman]

[ She grips a table with enough force that her knuckles start going pale with strain. would be heaven and those are tears streaking down her face. ]

I thought -

I thought I had time and now I don't and - [ she sniffs and wipes a determined hand across her face. ] We have three days, Ghost.

[ It's the hardest thing she's ever said, but she wants to despite everything in her brain telling her it will only cause them both more pain. ] I love you too.

[hacktivist]

It is understandable. I did not give you-- [a hesitation, and then he reaches across, uncertainly, to try to put his hands on her shoulders, like--a cop out hug sort of, in case she just doesn't want to be touched.]

I have struggled with trust. It is not that--you are untrustworthy. I felt you deserved better, that you could--...perhaps...

[wait his pre-prepared speech is suddenly grinding to a halt, all the well chosen words that perfectly underline his perspective derailed by those four simple words.]

You do?

[futurebatwoman]

I put it off and I put it off and I just -

[ She turns into him, looking up in slightly shell shocked sincerity. ]

I thought I had time. To stop being scared of how I felt and - and now I'm going to lose you.