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[ Fortunato's voice is as level and stoic as ever, but he's hiding a small sense of pity. He's sad for her, but he's also surprised she'd think this way. ]

No. It was your home. [ After a moment. ] It was good, that you had it.

[ Considering everyone's circumstances here, not just his own? Her choice was understandable. ]

... thank you, Fortunato.

[ It's all still foreign to her; people not losing their temper on her for her mistakes. Even if this one hurt no one, it seems like her friends and family back home have a far worse temper than the people here.

She doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing. ]

I... I was glad to have it. I didn't feel trapped.

[ There are plenty of places Fortunato wouldn't like to return to. But a replica of the camp, or of his childhood apartment, even...it would be painful, but hard to resist at least visiting. Sabrina seems to have little in terms of bad memories associated with her home, and loved it deeply. If he'd had a home in that sense, he would have done what she'd done, though hesitantly.

It is a strange thing to realize- the gulf between his and Sabrina's experiences. She may be magical, but she seems quite normal, in a lot of other ways. ]

I did not think you were. [ He pauses. ] Did- did you want me to come?

No, not by you or Magnus or Angus... this place.

[ If she could gesture to the general vicinity she would. ]

We're trapped here until a Fate decides on a whim we can go home. I hate it.

[ It makes her feel powerless and so, so small. She's tired of godly beings interfering with her life. ]

... if you don't mind.

[ Fortunato doesn’t know what to say to that. What he fears isn’t never going back- it’s going back at all. Sometimes he thinks he shouldn’t fear it; that God has a path for him. But if this is where it leads, to death-

He distracts himself. Sabrina wants help. ]

Okay. I will be there.

[ And, about a half hour later- once he’s used the Porter and the bus- he is. He can’t see incredibly, but he doesn’t need to do be disturbed. It’s as if Sabrina’s home was never there. ]

Hey.

[ It's a sad picture, really: Sabrina, all by herself in an empty space that's half parking lot and a field with litter strewn across the grass. If there ever was a house there, there are no hints of it.

The chest Magnus made for her sits on the concrete ground. Sabrina is holding the succulents Angus brought her. ]

[ Fortunato approaches her slowly, looking around as best he can- but he sees the point. She's got nothing. He genuinely looks a bit saddened, for once.

He's got his cane, but he's also got a free hand. He looks toward the chest. ]

...I can help you carry that.

Are you sure? Fortunato... you've got your cane.

[ The guilt seeps into her expression quickly; she realizes she shouldn't have asked for him to come at all. ]

...It isn't heavy.

[ That isn't really a misinterpretation of what she's saying as much as a bad excuse; he doesn't mean to come here and not be helpful. He leans down, going to pick it up on one end. ]

[ She walks over to the opposite end to lift the other side. ]

I can carry it on this side, then. Just all the way to the Porter and then maybe I can... I can call Magnus.

[ Sabrina is quiet then, wondering what he will make of her sudden return to the shared housing. ]

[ Fortunato goes ahead and picks it up with her. It's...heavy for two teens like them, but it can be handled. He really should get stronger.

He looks at her, as much as he can, a little sadly. She sounds nervous. ]

Your room...it is still yours. He will not have a problem.

[ He can rarely say things like that with such conviction, but it's true. It's Magnus. It won't be a problem. ]

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