[DRP] where it all goes (shiloh & jeremiah)

[Melancholies]

hellion

He nodded. "Melany didn't let us have that much autonomy." He said after a while, "A lot of it was training. Regimen. Wake up, spar, eat, work." Shiloh sighed, "Obedience, drilling pain into us, making sure we learned, making sure we were strong enough for our trials." He tapped his fingers together.

"I dunno how good of a mentor I'd be. Or a guide." He shrugged. "I guess I try to help out people I meet in Otherworld. A lot of them don't know much about magic 'cause they're from this world, not ours. They're new."

"But it's whatever I guess. Just more stuff to keep in mind." More stress to drown under, but he could handle it.

 

[Melancholies]

re: the court

Shiloh almost didn't say anything. He held Jeremiah's gaze without a word, tight lipped as ever. Eventually he exhaled out a breath that he hadn't known he was holding in, but his stare never wavered. America seemed pretty open about being a Principal at least. "Yeah." He sighed again. "Yeah... 'Meri. I dunno who the third one is." He felt stupid admitting it, like he should know magically or something.

"I appreciate it though, Mercer." He didn't want to die, not particularly, not when he was starting to acquire some good things in life. Things like Jamie, a future, a purpose (even if that purpose was really two or three purposes and they were all slowly killing him inside). "Hopefully we can get that s**t sorted out... I guess I don't blame them for hiding it, but <********>." Maybe Sonny would know something. He should've asked when he had the chance.

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