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fandomhigh2007-11-17 12:44 pm
Library: Late Friday night
Once it was obvious there were more than enough people to strip leaves and brew tea, Karal slipped away from Town Hall. Sometime during his walk to the library he was joined by Altra.
He didn't speak and neither did Karal, they just walked together, Karal carrying an incredibly old, incredibly fragile, book held tight against his chest.
When he opened Special Collections, the same feeling of watchfulness was there, but he ignored it. Altra by his side, he moved to the shelf where the journal which contained the cure rested and slipped the book from the boat next to it. "There, now you are together again," he whispered, then locked the room behind him.
What he desperately wanted was sleep, and to not think, but there was one more thing that had to be done.
[ooc: library used with permission. Open for one only, thanks.]
He didn't speak and neither did Karal, they just walked together, Karal carrying an incredibly old, incredibly fragile, book held tight against his chest.
When he opened Special Collections, the same feeling of watchfulness was there, but he ignored it. Altra by his side, he moved to the shelf where the journal which contained the cure rested and slipped the book from the boat next to it. "There, now you are together again," he whispered, then locked the room behind him.
What he desperately wanted was sleep, and to not think, but there was one more thing that had to be done.
[ooc: library used with permission. Open for one only, thanks.]

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When he noticed a light in the library, he frowned and slipped inside.
"Karal?"
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"Karal," he said quietly even for being in a library. "You did...you saved a lot of lives tonight. You need to know that."
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He had to take a brief pause, a brief moment to compose himself. He hadn't thought about Bart since it happened, had to make the choice to push it aside and focus his attention everything else first.
"He needs to be remembered," Fraser agreed, "for the brave young man that he was. That he would've been. If you're up to this, Karal, then you have the school's permission."
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Whispering himself, he said, "It's absolutely important. But, from what I saw this past week, from what I witnessed and experienced, no one is going to forget. They won't forget what happened and they won't forget Bart. We all need to remember. We all should remember. And we all should mourn in our own ways. I won't forget. They won't forget."
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