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[ JACKSON HEART ]

[ THIS HEART WILL HAVE CWS FOR:

- CANON-TYPICAL VIOLENCE
- SLIGHTLY ABOVE AVERAGE FOR CANON-TYPICAL VIOLENCE
- CHILD ABUSE
- SLAVERY
- DRUG AND ALCOHOL ABUSE ]

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"Alas, too late for you, then?"

I could still get the urge ta reform some day… hope bein’ eternal ‘n all.

"You won't, but it's fine."

[pff] Thanks.

"Exercised in moderation, it's good for you."

Which one, good deeds or machinations?

"Both."

Eeh. I’ll keep that in mind.

[will go ahead and finish his tea]

"It's good advice! I'm full of it."

The tea is delicious and refreshing.

You got the Silver Dinar!

For sure [positive].

Glad I was able ta meet ya.

[If Firuz feels like their business is concluded, he will give his partings and hop himself out of the invisible wagon office]

Firuz waves him out in exactly the same way Harmonious Song waved him out from the garden.

Loren now has many key items!

[Weird. Speaking of Harmonious Song though... He does need to go back to the garden with this dinar... Well, it's fine right? He didn't poke around here as much as he could have, and she wasn't mad anyway... It just did him a surprise, maybe he should have expected surveillance...]

[sneaking back toward the garden]

The garden is as he left it! Not a single leaf or pebble out of place.

[don't mind him ghosts, just gonna stick this chunk of silver in the gate]

It glows! There's the soft click of a lock opening.

[Is that good? Looking around at ghosts and sun, then peeking through the gate to see if it's different on the other side now]

It looks like the same garden, but on a lovely summer day. The only shadows moving across the ground are the fleeting ones of clouds being moved by a light breeze. There are no ghosts.

[Pushing the gate wider and stepping through, then]

On the other side, it's still a garden. There's only one path out, the city skylines in the distance are gone. Instead of hundreds of ghosts there's JUST Jackson Umbra, looking like he has a hangover.

The garden is less perfect on this side - there are some leaves on the path, there's some dirt out of place - but the sun is bright overhead, only occasionally obscured by clouds.

"Heeey."

[he knows]

Hi.

You okay..?

"I've felt better, but I'm fine. I was metaphysically inside out, so I'm allowing the snooping because you helped out a lot."

Thanks for bearin' with it, haha. Everything important's back where it's supposed ta be?

"More or less! Anything still rattling around loose I can fit back into place from here. There's enough anchors to pull it in."

[oh] Sorry I couldn't get ya the whole fern.

"Haha! No, don't worry. That part of me really likes that fern, he'd have been upset to part from it anyway. You did a good job."

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