Error: Your content is stuck in the authors head and refusing to emerge. Please be patient while we coax it out... we may need some snacks and a hammer...

Sierra: You know, this could become a problem. Do you think the author is alright?

Kine: She's fine. It's good to take a rest when you need one, especially with her condition.

Sierra: Oh yeah? Is that why someone whose just had their abdomen ripped apart is busy arranging-

Kine: Ah ah! Spoilers!

Sierra: Fine. But my point still stands. What are you doing? Has Darius fixed you up yet? You're getting blood everywhere and you look pale.

Matthais: Sierra. Let Kine make his own mistakes. He needs to learn to accept help but we can't force him.

Sierra: I know Matthais. *sigh* Do you know what's gonna happen next?

Matthais: No. Only the Author knows... sort of.

Author: Hey hey hey! What are you all doing in here? You need to help me figure this stuff out.

Matthais: Author, you're supposed to be resting.

Author: I know but then my head pings and I get ideas and have to write them down before I forget them... I've not even talked about The Guide yet.

Sierra: Nope! That's book two. Bad author. Stop getting distracted. We have a trial to get through and debris falling on our heads, not to mention Myath rights and secrets. You have enough so go write it!

Author: Fine. Where are my snacks?

Kine: Is she gone?

Sierra: Yep.

Kine: Good, help me get to my office.

Matthais: Oh no nephew. You have to rest too. You are the King, you have responsibilities and if you die, they might drag me back until a candidate can be picked. So suck it up and let Darius try to heal you. Besides, Sierra and Seth need you.

Sierra: Honestly, I could probably cope without you, but I don't want to. DARIUS! KINES BLEEDING EVERYWHERE, CAN YOU DO SOMETHING? Where is he anyway?

Sierra: Don't bother Darius. The Author is taking a week off but Kine is still bleeding everywhere. It's a mess! Can you do something, the smell of blood is really strong now.

Darius: Oh a week off. Lovely. Here Kine, stick this over your stomach, you'll be fine until we start up again.

Kine: ... Thanks

Sierra: What are we gonna do for a week?

Kine: ...

Matthais: ...

Darius: ...

Sierra: Fancy a game of table tennis?

Lights go out.

Lazot: Hello? Cats? ... They left us.