room

“So this is where it all ends for us.”

“I don’t know,” spoke Tropp honestly. Opp. Or, I suppose, Septimius Felton in this garb.

Wheeler Misty puts both hands under her chin; speaks more earnestly.

“Did you hear there’s a rumor going around that I’m Karoz’s mother? Did you hear that?”

“Honestly…”

“Well it’s true.”

Septimius wondered if she meant the mother part was true or the rumor part, but didn’t ask for clarification. “What next?” he said instead.

“We stay here. In Heterocera. Karoz Blogger and Baker Blinker have returned to their home of Chilbo. *Their* true home. This is ours. We *are* Chilbo in many ways. Er, Heterocera I meant there.”

“Of course.” He looked away and then back. “I’d like to be Giant for a Day again.”

“Black hole, yes.” Misty sighed. “We’re playing around with that. Actually, playing *around* that. Dangerous game. Like wrestling.”

“Yes, I’m tired of wrestling.”

“Tired of me beating you to a pulp all the time.” Misty cackles.

“We are not evil.”

“That’s exactly what I told Baker Bloch the other day. We are not evil. We are like everyone else. All the core avatars. We are representations of the whole. Like white light separated out into the rainbow colors. Each has its place.”

“Each,” Septimius echoed.

Misty looked at her ruby red nails. “We should return to Philo. Maybe get another set of clothes.”

“I think that you maybe might have enough.” Septimius then broke a smile. Both laughed.

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