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[curriculum_fictae]

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[hijoperdido]

...Wouldn't I risk bringing it there?

[curriculum_fictae]

Maybe. But. Where else could you go?

[hijoperdido]

I-i don't know. I don't know what's outside this encanto, and I only have the visions of your bakery for somewhere else.

[curriculum_fictae]

Then we have to go there, and figure it out from there.

[ A pause. And a flicker of hope. ]

Unless ... unless there's a way to my husband's world from here.

[hijoperdido]

Maybe? I dunno. I don't know your stuff or your gods or your world, I just know that it all started going wrong in the last month and- And I don't know how to fix it.

[curriculum_fictae]

I - I know. I know.

[ He reaches for Bruno's shoulder. ]

We'll figure something out. Even if it means leaving.

[hijoperdido]

[He almost goes stiff just before the touch lands. Looks up at Martin, then out to where his family is settling down for dinner.]

Leaving them...

[curriculum_fictae]

... I know. We'll try everything else first.

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno gives a big inelegant sniff and wipes at his nose, looking around his room at all his rat-friends.]

Right... I'm- Look, I'm sorry you got dragged back here. I-i know my family stresses you out.

[curriculum_fictae]

N-no, it's - it's fine? It's good.

[ Martin reaches out to pet a rat-friend. ]

I've been um. Rather lonely recently, so.

[hijoperdido]

Oh.

[Well.. That's just genuinely sad. Martin is such a lovely huggable guy, so it's kid of... really sad that Martin's lonely. He shouldn't be.]

I'm sorry.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He shouldn't be, and yet. He swipes at his face but manages a smile. ]

I'm just - just saying. Seeing you again? It's nice. I'm glad this is happening.

[hijoperdido]

[All he can bring himself to do for now is nod, try to keep the anxious shakes from being too visible.]

Right... Right, oaky so. So what now?

[curriculum_fictae]

Wait, maybe. See if - if something presents itself.

[hijoperdido]

[His eyes shift between Martin, the door, and the painting-crack.]

Llllike what?

[curriculum_fictae]

I - I don't know? I don't know, okay, I -

[ He rubs at this face. ]

I'm not an expert here. I'm just doing my best!

[hijoperdido]

No, I-i know. It's just.

You know more about this than me, I-i've never seen any thing like this stuff. So I guess I just thought you'd know... Sorry. I'm sorry.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Ah. Immediate regret. Martin winces. ]

N-no, it's. It's fine. I'm sorry too. I wish I had better answers.

[hijoperdido]

Well.... We'll find them.

[He isn't so sure of himself. But he trusts Martin.]

[curriculum_fictae]

Yeah. Yeah, I - I do think so.

So don't stress too much, if you can.

[hijoperdido]

[He laughs nervously.]

Little late on that one.

[curriculum_fictae]

I know. I'm sorry. I wish I had something better.

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno hesitates, not entirely sure what to do. Everyone's powers are going wrong and this guy is back and it's all wrong.]

...You said your husband had- Had something like this. Did he know what to do? Wh-what did he do?

[curriculum_fictae]

…

I’m … not sure we should use him as an example for this one.

[hijoperdido]

...There has to be someone. Anyone.