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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Look, it's a Cuthbert!

More specifically, it's a Cuthbert stretched out on the couch by the fire, with a mug of coffee and a bowl of fried paradoxes within easy reach. The "within easy reach" seems to be the key phrase in that statement, considering that even if he felt like trying to get up, Susan's stationed in a chair not far off.

He doesn't look bad, for someone who took a bullet to the gut two days ago.

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[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

For a moment after Moiraine leaves, Cuthbert just sits there.

Then, without a word, he holds out both hands.

[sai_delgado]

She takes the hand offered to her, linking her fingers with his as she sinks down on the couch beside him, silently.

(I chose the Tower.)

And he'd found it, they now know -- found it, and reached it. And oh, but she is glad, for his sake, and yet there's a strange emptiness inside.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

There's room for three on the couch, with Cuthbert sitting up. And he's glad of it, now, as he drops down next to Cuthbert, hand grasping his friend's.

Silence, and muddled grief and pride and loneliness and joy.

May you find your Tower, Roland, cried Don Callahan, he of the cross and the roads, as he died. And breach it, and may you climb to the top!

And so he shall.

And, in spite of all the grief and pain... it is well. It is very well.