[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a0522d]Gilbert Summers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]
https://i.pinimg.com/236x/16/91/a3/1691a360c6ee2650086a5af9e7a10d74.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=sienna]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Carnival) 
[b][color=a0522d]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	Oh, that was just intriguing as all hell. If this woman, Siduri, was both honest and correct about the fate of The Glasses, then it was a touch settling. Also a little disturbing in its own way. The remainder of the explanation meant that the ma was truly lost to them. Not that it was a horrible way to end an existence, even one as ancient and knowledge-wealthy as that of an Emendator. It would be doubly merciful if they were allowed to forget everything which came before it. Gilbert had always had difficulty actually connecting with individuals who weren't as [i]immortal[/i] (for lack of a better term) as himself beyond the superficial. It came with having awareness that spanned may times longer than empires had flourished. What might that be like? To live, to age, to die - to see what comes after, if anything at all. It sounded so normal. 

	Then again, what of his fellows? The other Emendators and Paradoxes? Without Drem, they could not see the danger that threatened them all. No Dice meant no new Paradoxes, thusly making it impossible to restore their numbers. What would they do without another part of the team? Without the Watch to maintain the Loop or allow for their movement? Without him to guide, strategize, and equip? Without Nancy to map the probabilities and... and... and mess with people's heads in new and gruesome ways? They had a purpose together, as well as a common enemy. They were the line between the Destruere and humanity, such as they could help. 

	Gilbert felt alone with his thoughts, regardless of the number of people around him. It wasn't until a horrifying but oddly believable concept was brought up by Andromeda that he drifted back to the here and now. [color=a0522d]"If that is correct, then that means we all have the potential to turn. I find that disturbing."[/color] It was a measured response, diplomatic in execution and thoughtful in speech. Turning to the lady of the hour (who was holding one of James's sandwiches for some reason, a question for later), he queried, [color=a0522d]"So where do you advise we go from here?"[/color] 



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cd5c5c]James Grady[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/110f59a7-f09e-40d4-b96a-9754fb285add.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=indianred]Location:[/color][/b] Ville au Camp (Carnival)
[b][color=cd5c5c]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][/center]

	James was highly surprised that the extremely Caucasian lady actually took him up on the offer for a sandwich. It wasn't that far of a stretch for him as he was actually carrying three a that time; the half eaten one, his "backup sandwich" in case the first one didn't do it for him, and of course the "auxiliary backup sandwich" that he had stuffed into his overalls. The down to earth nature of her response, even as she was very, very cryptic to everyone else put him at ease. He too was a fan of the PB&J, and strawberry was a damned good choice out of the basic flavors of jelly and/or jam that were readily available for someone of his economic standing from his childhood. He merely nodded an affirmation to the woman. There was more to say on the matter, or at least he had more he wanted to say, but the conversation was already moving away from sandwich talk and into things that seemed to be more important. 

	As questions and observations were raised from other Paradoxes and the Emendators present, he turned to Sophia and whispered to her, [color=cd5c5c]"That coded message? Ash an' 'em got where they needed to go, I think. There's a lot more, but I ain't thinkin' that I'm supposed to know all the details. Life what we left behind, an' stuff. Don't know if it's allowed."[/color] Not that he didn't actually want to know more. The news also had a lot to do with the nature of his death; what happened just before, and the reason he was outside of Newnan's walls. He still hadn't divulged the nature of his passing like he had indicated he would earlier. Something just always seemed to come up the second that James was ready to talk. In the grand scheme of things, fate conspired to prevent his tale from being told, if only for right then. 

	Then James heard the word "Destruere" from both Siduri and Andromeda, and found within himself massive, inner reserves of [i]Shutting The Hell Up[/i] that he knew he could harness, if only he had proper motivation to do so.