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Yeah.

We could build an actual shack out here. Instead of using this.

We could. Meulin put one up on one of 'em.

I don't think it'd be that hard. We can do it together.

[ A pause. ] But for now - let's nap. [ And he offers Alfie some of his blanket. ]

[Alfie mmphs, and steals a bit more than he's been offered. Gimme.]

[ Royce grumbles in return, doing his usual - he practically worms his way underneath Alfie, since Alfie's so insistent on taking the blankets. ]

[Whatever, they both know he was going to do that anyway. Alfie is happy to doze off on top of him, letting both the warm sun and the cooling breeze lull him to sleep.]

[ It's not even a surprise at this point. He hums soft, and soaks in the sun as he naps, tangled up. Like he usually does when he sleeps like this, he barely dreams, just rests, quiet and easy. It makes it easier to prepare for later, for the worst of his memories.

He'll sleep for a few hours, until the sun starts to tilt down in the sky, the Meadous sleepily making its way to evening. When he does wake up, it's slow and easy. ]

[Alfie, for his part, is still mostly conked out. The only part of him that's moving is his fingers, which are splayed out on Royce's arm. Slowly, they curl and uncurl, lightly gripping his sleeve and then letting go.]

[ He sighs, slow, and then nudges Alfie. ]

Hey. Wake up. [ He murmurs, resting his hand on top of Alfie's. ]

[And Alfie, as always, is going to be hard to wake up. He grumbles, burying down deeper into the blankets.]

Alfie. [ Royce says, fondly exasperated. Gentle shake. ] Should've known better than to let you sleep.

Yeah.

[Half-awake or not, he knows you're right, Royce.]

Are you ready?

[ Royce takes Alfie's hand, squeezing it. ]

Ready.

[ He has the leaf in his pocket, ready to go. He's also nervous - which he lets Alfie feel, quiet and hesitant, creeping up his spine. ]

[Alfie wiggles his arms free and wraps them around Royce, sending reassurance and comfort back.]

Okay.

[ He offers Alfie the leaf, curled into Alfie's side, and then - they go.

Langdon Bridge is actually really pretty. The full moon is bright where it can be seen through the clouds, and the gleam of it makes the Bernum River seem to almost shine. The water of the river practically roars underneath them, a stark contrast to the rest of the district - it's late, and merchants have long left the area for the day, going home to their families, out of the cold and snow that gently settles down over the stone pathway.

Royce and Alfie stand quietly at the edge of the bridge. Behind them, Modina and Saldur stand, wrists tied behind their backs, silent. Royce's fists clench, and from under the darkness of his hood, he orders, hoarse and tense: ]

You need to hide. Merrick can't see you.

[ Saldur looks confused from Modina to Alfie to Royce, as if any of them are going to give him answers. Modina, on the other hand, stands quietly. ]

[Alfie doesn't even spare the other two a glance - this isn't a time for sightseeing or meet-and-greets. Putting a steadying hand on Royce's arm, he says:]

Tell me what I should be looking for.

[That'll help him decide where he should squirrel himself away.]

[ He glances up at the moon - notes the position, knows how much time he has left. He feels sick, like being on the boat all over again. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe he shouldn't have done this to himself. But - but he needs to know. He needs to see it again. And... strangely, he wants Alfie to have seen it too. So he doesn't have to carry it alone.

Deep breath. ]

Arcadius. Skinny old man. He'll - he'll be hiding close by. Over there. [ Royce points in the direction he knows the bolt will come from. His hand shakes. ] I know I can't - I can't ask you this, but I'm going to anyway.

[ Snow starts to fall gently from the sky above. ] I want you to see when it happens. I don't want to be the only one who has this memory. And - but if you can't, that's okay. Like I said. I can't ask you.

I will.

[He says firmly, not letting go of Royce's arm.]

I will see it. Now, about Arcadius - what do you want me to look for, specifically?

Just - look to see if he's the one who shoots her. [ Royce whispers, pulling his cloak close. ] He'll have a crossbow. I just - I don't know if he'll even be there. I don't know.

[Alfie plants a hand on each of Royce's shoulders, facing him fully and looking him in the eye.]

I wish I could be up there with you, on the bridge.

I know. [ Royce says, and maybe his voice breaks a little. Another deep breath. He looks at Alfie from under his hood, eyes glinting slightly in the dark. ] I wish you could be, too. But it would change things. Merrick can't see you or this won't happen the way it did.

[ Saldur shifts uncomfortably behind them. ]

Go on, then.

[Alfie says, and he leans in to kiss Royce on the forehead, Modina and Saldur be damned.]

I'll be close.

Okay. [ He breathes out. The forehead kiss is support, is bolstering, and he takes it and holds onto it. Carefully, he turns away from Alfie, and stares across the bridge.

When Alfie's hidden, Royce steps forward. He lights a lantern, and a few moments later, a lantern on the other side lights as well. Merrick stands there, hair slicked back and expression sharp and tense, his hand on Gwen's back. Gwen, in a heavy wool cloak and thick leather boots, a gag in her mouth, watches. Tears stream down her face as she watches Royce across the bridge, and his heart shatters into pieces. He's not sure he can do this. But he has to.

Saldur plays his part - he speaks up, and Royce doesn't hesitate. In fact, he's harsher this time. He digs the blade through Saldur's shoulder deeper than he did before. It won't matter. Tonight, Saldur dies.

Send them across. Merrick orders, and Royce gestures for his captives to move forward. ]

[It doesn't take Alfie long to find a good hiding spot - he gets himself behind a big tree with a thick trunk, with a good view of both the bridge and the area Royce had indicated that Arcadius would be lurking in. He knows he's going to have to stay very, very still; behind a tree isn't a fool-proof hiding place, and Arcadius - not to mention Merrick - will likely be on the lookout for anything amiss.

Quietly, he waits, watching the scene unfold.]

[ Alfie will see when Arcadius sets up, quiet, in dark robes that conceal him in the darkness. He's watching, just like Alfie. But they're both human, and they can't see Alfie from the darkness. He's hidden, for now. And he can hear Royce speak, clearly and coldly. ]

You had better match her for pace, Saldur. [ Royce threatens. ] I'm very good with a dagger. You move faster than she does, and you'll be dead in an instant.

[ He remembers this. Doesn't remember all the right words, the exact things he said, but he runs through the same thoughts he'd had the first time. He remembers thinking he could finally have a home. That he could take Gwen and leave, go to Avempartha, never come out again. He'd grow old with her. The wagon was ready, he was ready - he'd been set, it wasn't going to be his problem anymore. He was going to spend the rest of his life with her, and he doesn't know how he ever thought the world would let that happen.

She breaks into a run, and he sprints, like he can get there faster, like he can outrun the crossbow bolt. But he can't. Alfie will see Arcadius hitch the bolt, aim, and fire true.

It hits her, square in the back. Goes straight through her, through her front. A spray of blood coats Royce, his face, his cloak, his hands, stretched out to catch her as she falls, and he knows it's going to happen, he remembers but it doesn't make the anguish hit him any less.

Royce screams. ]

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