Gertie doesn’t want to poke this bear but with Mason failing and needing to protect Sol, she’s running out of allies. She reaches out to Jo and tries not to get overwhelmed by the nostalgia that comes with it. The close bond, the stolen kisses, all the softness first love should be, before the horrors of Archeron’s house cause her not to trust it.
How can you, when the man can alter everyone’s memories of things but your own?
Jo meets her at the carousel, and the smile that crosses Jo’s face is heartbreaking. Still, Gertie offers her a smile all the same. “Thanks for coming, Josie.”
“Of course. What do you need?”
“I’m worried about Gunther.” She can see the light dim in her eyes. Is she disappointed that this is not a romantic rendezvous? “Archeron won’t let him leave. He won’t let him get another job. He’s trapped and I don’t know what to do.”
“Does Gunther want to leave?”
“Do you think I would be here if he didn’t?” She realizes how it sounds as soon as she says it, and sees Jo’s eagerness retreat into something colder. She huffs a breath before reaching forward to cover her hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just … I’m worried he may kill Gunther.”
That brings Jo back to the matter at hand, and she nods. “Alright. Do you want me to go check on him? See what I can do.”
“Please. Maybe he’ll listen to you more than he listens to me.”
They part ways there, promising to provide updates when they have them. And when a week goes by with no answers, Gertie resolves to take matters into her own hands again. Even if she has to get them dirty to do it.
would've folded but i can't now | murder train | 300
Gertie doesn’t want to poke this bear but with Mason failing and needing to protect Sol, she’s running out of allies. She reaches out to Jo and tries not to get overwhelmed by the nostalgia that comes with it. The close bond, the stolen kisses, all the softness first love should be, before the horrors of Archeron’s house cause her not to trust it.
How can you, when the man can alter everyone’s memories of things but your own?
Jo meets her at the carousel, and the smile that crosses Jo’s face is heartbreaking. Still, Gertie offers her a smile all the same. “Thanks for coming, Josie.”
“Of course. What do you need?”
“I’m worried about Gunther.” She can see the light dim in her eyes. Is she disappointed that this is not a romantic rendezvous? “Archeron won’t let him leave. He won’t let him get another job. He’s trapped and I don’t know what to do.”
“Does Gunther want to leave?”
“Do you think I would be here if he didn’t?” She realizes how it sounds as soon as she says it, and sees Jo’s eagerness retreat into something colder. She huffs a breath before reaching forward to cover her hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just … I’m worried he may kill Gunther.”
That brings Jo back to the matter at hand, and she nods. “Alright. Do you want me to go check on him? See what I can do.”
“Please. Maybe he’ll listen to you more than he listens to me.”
They part ways there, promising to provide updates when they have them. And when a week goes by with no answers, Gertie resolves to take matters into her own hands again. Even if she has to get them dirty to do it.