[sooner or later, Damien clues into what the problem is -- and isn't this fucking laughable? secrets. of course it's about fucking secrets, when he plays things so close to the chest. he knows, then, that to survive, he needs to talk, but even if he wanted to (and maybe he does, his self-preservation instincts at least marginally better than his need to hold onto his precious secrets), he's so damn tired. the fact that everything hurts doesn't help]
[it takes him some time, then, to manage to drag himself to one of the ley lines, the one in Hammerlocke Citadel, to be exact, though he can't quite remember how he got there. he picks up the payphone there, then, and into it, sighs:] I'm waiting in that castle. Come find me.
[he doesn't seem to care that that little announcement just went to the whole of the Void. all he really cares about, right now, is going out into the snow, to sit and wait. it's nice and cool out here and he's so terribly hot with fever. at least he can't freeze to death, right?]
hammerlocke citadel ruins
[it takes him some time, then, to manage to drag himself to one of the ley lines, the one in Hammerlocke Citadel, to be exact, though he can't quite remember how he got there. he picks up the payphone there, then, and into it, sighs:] I'm waiting in that castle. Come find me.
[he doesn't seem to care that that little announcement just went to the whole of the Void. all he really cares about, right now, is going out into the snow, to sit and wait. it's nice and cool out here and he's so terribly hot with fever. at least he can't freeze to death, right?]