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I don't blame you.

Hello, cheerleader.

It doesn't stop.

Name's Claire.

Let me guess... the deaths?

You'll always be cheerleader to me.

I'm used to the deaths. It's the helplessness I hate.

You probably do more than you realize but I guess I can understand that.

Not now.

Now, all I do is see. My hands see, but my voice is silent. I can't you anymore. Any of you.

*frowns*

How'd that happen? I mean really I should be surprised to even see you...

It just did.

Don't worry about it. Just look after each other. All of you.

I'm doin' what I can. After all, there are people who need protected seeing as I was proposed to and all.

But don't worry. We'll look after each other.

Just make sure of that.

I can't say anymore.

I will.

Seeing is a fate that's yours.

I'm dead.

When does it end?

Some would say it HAS ended.

I still paint - I'm just helpless.

That would be your fate, Issac.

I want out of fate then.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work that way.

Don't care. Just want to stop.

You do have a purpose here.

Penance?

To see what I failed?

You're so much more than that.

I feel so small and helpless.

Things are not what they seem.

Who are you to know that?

What's wrong Isaac? What are you seeing?

When I tpye, my words vanish.

It won't let me tell you.

*sighs and rakes his hand through his hair*

I can only guess what that means...

Okay so...clues? Maybe? Vague ones even?

Finding words I can keep is hard.

Do what you need to. And remember that they love you.

Yeah, I imagine it is. If they wanted me to know they would have just let me draw it.

I hate when they're about me or the people I love. However, if you ever end up painting one of Sasha, you better find a way to let me know. She's innocent in all of this, no powers or anything. Beautiful brunette, dimples...anyway...

Okay...I will and I'll remember. Thank you for trying.

So was Simone.

So was the cheerleader who died.

So was that poor girl who died because she was so spooked by my painting of her being hit by a bus that she ran out in front of a bus.

I'll tell what I can, when I can. No amount of flowery pose over your current love is going to change that.