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"Fine." Calano says, but he looks back down at Lark, "But if you make any move against me or my fiancee, I swear I will rip your life force from you where you stand, regardless of whatever debt you're in. And I want my Clinic back."

Calano glares at the white tiger. "Indebted how?"

The Limbo bled to white, and Calano opened his eyes. He looked up, and saw Lark. Then, he looked Lark dead in the eyes, then saw red. By the time it was over, Calano had Lark pinned under him, a wave of power preventing Lark from doing anything. "You," Calano said coldly, "You allowed my fiancee to be captured, and almost killed, and did allow me to be killed." He reached over and grabbed the dagger from the floor. "What does that make you think you deserve?" Calano asked, putting the tip to Lark's throat. "You stole my home, my clinic, my life out from under me. I should do the same. Put you in your own Limbo, how does that sound?"

Calano blinked. Then he blinked again. Then he smiled. Then he smiled wider. Then he said, "That took you too long." Then he laughed. He kissed her, and in the lobby, Ghalano slowly dissipated into nothing, and in his spot, Calano appeared, unconcious. In Limbo, Calano continued to kiss Emma, overjoyed.

In the lobby, Ghalano begins to scratch agitatedly at his hands. "Something is... different. Something is changing." In Limbo, Calano kisses Emma back. Ghalano shivers a bit. "I have a strange feeling," He says, "I... I don't like it."

yeah i think it's really cool, especially because there is a lot of misinformation about the church.

kinda wack, eh?

Scene #73: I meant to tell you.

Calano tried to speak, but had no words. The whispers overpowered his mind, trying so hard to prevent him from thinking about the positives. But he tried. He tried hard, harder than ever before, to make the memories of Emma, of Wizard, of his Parents, of everyone, to make those memories surface. They began to surface. Slowly. But, as they surfaced, more began to surface, the rate accelerating. Memories of days spent in the woods with Wizard and Emma. Memories of peaceful days before the Scourge. Mostly memories with Emma. It was a lot of memories with Emma. But the memories filled him, chasing away the whispers. The Limbo seemed to brighten, and the windows began to let in sunlight.

"They aren't here. They weren't here. I couldn't try. And if I can't, and it's my own Limbo, my own mind, what can they do?"

"I can't leave," He says agitatedly, "I can't leave, it won't let me. The doors and windows are deadbolted, and won't budge, no matter how many times I try to unlock and open them. "I. Cannot. Leave."

*ahem* senior year will be superior to junior year. im predicting it now. yes yes.

"But, that's the thing. This place," He said, gesturing around at his Limbo, "This place bombards me with negative thoughts, and doesn't let me leave. It's oppresive and cruel and dark, and I hate it." Tears begin to fill Calano's eyes, and whispers slowly start to gain volume around the pair. "It's awful here." He whispers.

Calano smiles. "Good point. But I don't know what to do about trying to get out of here. I don't think there is even a way to do it."

Calano looks back down at Emma. "That must have been hell for you to go through. I'm so sorry."

Calano stared at nothing, contemplating something. "What's his personality like. How does he act? How do... How do I act?" Calano looked down at Emma, then around the Limbo.

thats what I said to my fam lmao. also! the Grand Rapids and the new Nevada temple are really close to where my mom and dad grew up, repsectively which is hilarious. and a Prosper, TX Temple! Another one outside Dallas-Fort Worth!!! WOohoo!! this conference was super cool i loved all the talks, especially Elder Hollands talk ab iconography and why we don't use the cross.

"The me that's there... What is he like?" Calano looks out the door. "We will find a way, but I find myself worrying for the other me. What's different?"

YOO Cinnamon those are awesome

dang that ICMBAAOM meme hits different.

In response to the question Emma asked on page 164(?) Calano just shakes his head. "I don't think it's possible to go back to the way it was before. For the time being, I reside here." He gently wrapped his arms around Emma, and sat down holding her. "We hold too much sway. We're powerful, and others want that power for themselves. Giving them power to start was the issue. Absolute power corrupts absolutely."

Calano doesn't respond for a moment, rocked backwards by her punches, before wrapping her in his arms and kissing her back. It's been so long since he's seen anyone, and been in a decent enough mindset to interact with them. Seeing Emma, and holding Emma again, it was overwhelming. But in the best way possible. He breaks off the kiss, instead holding Emma's face in his hands, looking at her, taking her in. He kisses her forehead. "How?" He croaks, close to tears. "How are you here? It's been so long." Emma notices something with his hair. There's a streak in his black hair. A streak of white.

The New Vandoran Commune lives a peaceful life in farming. They slowly begin research into metalworking, in an attempt to bolster their defensive forces.