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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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[doubleoohbaby]

Zee, not that I question your abilities, but do you honestly think you can manage to by-pass a machine that no other imPort has come close to outwitting?

[He hunches forward, hands in hers, peering up at her more in interest than any doubt. He doesn't doubt her. He just doubts the Porter.]

[hexappeal]

I... I don't know. But there must be something.

[He's right. It's visible on her face that she knows it. It's hopeless. Her lips are thin and she smiles, tightly. It couldn't be any more forced if she'd been using her fingers to pull each side up.] What we had was good, right? [Already past tense.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[It's enough to judge her answer just from her expression. Figures. Good job he didn't invest too much into the idea of them actually managing to escape the Porter and be together.]

Still is. [He reminds. They still have a few days left.] Let's do something.

[hexappeal]

[She can't look at him. Her eyes dart away and her breath hitches hard. She doesn't cry, but for a moment, it sounds as if she might. Covering her mouth, she lets out a soft whimper. And it's plain that she hates herself for being this weak. She'd meant to say "yes," or "let's go," or just argue and say she'd take him back with her if it meant having to use every last bit of her magic.]

Sorry. [Her voice is small. So small. So not like her.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Welp.

If James weren't so reclusive with his emotions, he might have joined her with that breath hitch. Instead he's all furrowed brows and gritted teeth as shifts his position on the sofa, moving to wrap an arm around her shoulders.] Don't be.

[hexappeal]

[This is more candid than she expects from him, anyway. He isn't playing the macho asshole right now. Her expression is dark and unreadable, though clearly not exactly on the more positive end of the emotional spectrum.]

So I'm just meant to forget? [A fitting punishment. Finally. She's getting what she deserves.] Is that all? The past four years were nothing? I go back home to a cat and otherwise empty houses? Back to constantly touring, back to being alone?

[doubleoohbaby]

This wasn't all nothing, Zee. It's hardly fair of you to start suggesting that. We've enjoyed our time and we can enjoy the next few days, that's what matters.

[And, if it's anything like normal, they'll forget all the woes of being apart when they go home anyway. Which is... sort of not great but whatever at least it's less woe for James to deal with.] We might be back here before we know it.

[hexappeal]

No, it isn't fair, James.

[She doesn't say anything else. As much as she'd like to just pretend that everything is okay or that she can enjoy herself, she can't. It used to be so easy to walk away from people. It still is, sometimes. But not him.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[He sighs, because he doesn't know what else to do. Nothing he says or does is going to make this any better or stop the inevitable, and it might just be one of the first times he's ever had that. He hates it, but there's not a damn thing he can do to change it.]

Don't you want to go do something?

[hexappeal]

I'm afraid I'd be a buzzkill.

[Which isn't suggesting that she doesn't want to be with him, but that sometimes she just isn't as good an actress as she ought to be. She shuffles to her feet, throwing an arm over her chest since nothing else seemed to make her feel comfortable. She felt too visible, naked.] I was starting to think I'd always be with you. [Her tone is a forced joke, meant to hide just how hurt she is about all of this.]