[Guzma says nothing when Chara approaches the pile of debris he has strewn across the sand, the intent in their eyes burning like the daggers they hold. He won't stop them - he gave them the choice to burn it all down in the first place, but keep the house in tact. Things can be replaced, memories can be made anew or rekindled, but this structure doesn't belong to anyone anymore, taking it away from someone that could make use of it is...wrong. Especially in a place like this. And maybe there's a selfish part of Guzma that doesn't want to see it gone. He was a good friend of Wade as well, and he's had fond memories here in this space. Memories he's not yet ready to let go of. Sorry, kid.
Burn what you need, but he'll save what he must. Including you.
Guzma turns, glancing back out of the corner of his eyes with a soft sigh. One crisis averted...for now. Now he really does need to have a word with the Storyteller to get a necklace and pendant for Chara, but he needs to get some rest first. His head hurts, and he feels a dead, empty hole around his chest area, his hand idly reaching up and gripping the part of his shirt where the golden pendant would be.
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Burn what you need, but he'll save what he must. Including you.
Guzma turns, glancing back out of the corner of his eyes with a soft sigh. One crisis averted...for now. Now he really does need to have a word with the Storyteller to get a necklace and pendant for Chara, but he needs to get some rest first. His head hurts, and he feels a dead, empty hole around his chest area, his hand idly reaching up and gripping the part of his shirt where the golden pendant would be.
Take care of that.]