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[sketchycharacter]

[locked to people who know Elena Fisher]

elena's dead

[....yeah that's all. Odds are good that Nate will not want to reply to questions, condolences or comments regarding the recent tragedy, though Chloe Frazer might. However, he can be found...]

wandering; Once the shock has passed—if it ever does—Nate wanders for hours. Fuck, maybe days, he doesn't know. He just doesn't want to go back to the house in Region 1 where she isn't.

Eventually he finds himself in a well-wooded park. For lack of anything else to do, he climbs a tree.

at home; When he finally does make it back, Nate parks his ass on the couch, where he'll be sleeping until—well, he can't count on there being an "until." Maybe he'll just live on the couch forever. Sorry, Pepper, Varric, etc.

at the ingress complex; Nate comes by the facility a couple of times, to ask for news or if they can guarantee that they'll be able to bring her back, because he knows that people have returned, and he knows that they don't always.

He walks away both times, unable to stand it if the answer is no.]

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[sketchycharacter]

I meant make sure the branch is sturdy.

[He wouldn't call her fat to her face even if he thought so, but she's obviously not. Saying it would make him look like an asshole and stupid.]

As long as there's room and no one falls, it's a free tree.

[tearmeanewone]

I'm not an idiot-- [Elizabeth says with a sharp sigh, mainly meant to blow her hair out of her eyes.] --just an inexperienced tree-climber.

[And there she is in a nutshell. Elizabeth 'I Read About This Once, Bet I Can Do It Just Fine' DeWitt. But she decides that caution is warranted anyway, and parks herself on a branch on the other side of the trunk, holding the one above her for balance and quiet insurance.]

...It's actually pretty nice, the view. [She says nodding outwards towards the horizon. It reminds her a little of Columbia, but there's more life to it. No unending, plain cloud cover catching all the light. There are buildings, noise, people.]

[sketchycharacter]

[Another day and he might have reached out to give her a hand. Today, though, the inexperienced tree-climber is on her own. Good luck.

He's quiet, half-listening to her and taking in the sights.]

Yeah. Looks peaceful.

[Like the people who live here can be happy.]