SPOILERS FOR CRITICAL ROLE CHAPTER 2 Episode 26

DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE LATEST EPISODE!

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SERIOUSLY GO THE FUCK AWAY!

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LAST WARNING!

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Molly felt it all slipping away, the life he’d built for himself…separate from the past he didn’t care…no didn’t want to remember. Would…would he remember it now…would it all come flooding back as he passed on for what would make the second time. After all this felt familiar…in a calming sort of way.

He opened his eyes and all that looked back at him was blackness, unending, unaltered darkness.

Maybe…maybe he would return once more, after all he knew next to nothing about this ritual…maybe he would awaken once more wounds healed, returned…but then he wouldn’t be Molly would he. Anymore than he now was Lucien if he returned in the fashion he did before…would his memories remain or would a new person crawl its way into existence. None of his memories…not even of the rest of his friends…shit his friends!

Beau would probably move on…she’d, she’d hated him yeah. Caleb and Nott were tricker, the latter more so…he’d liked them both well enough tried to impart his manic wisdom upon them…would they morn his passing? What of the other who they’d set out to save? Had they seen him die too? Fjord seemed the tough type he’d move on but he’d probably carry the memory of him…or Molly hoped he would. Jester…god the poor girl would probably cry for days, she couldn’t have faced the death of a friend before…not with all that naivety. And Yasha…his oldest friend, his last tie to his first home, they’d been through so much…and no he wouldn’t be there to see her free once more. That one cuts him the deepest.

Suddenly a single pinprick of white light appear before him growing wider and brighter u til suddenly an abnormally large Raven soars our of it. It lands before him and as in a omen that feel like blinking he is replaced with a black-haired half-Elven man. Great black wings protrude from his shoulders and he gives off and aura of brooding contentment…which sets Molly just a bit ill at ease. As Molly looks up into his piercing grey eyes of this man, no this is something much more than a regular man he finds his mind strangely shifting back to thoughts of Caleb.

“Lucien.” The figure says, his voice calming and kind.

“It’s Molly actually.” He replies, trying and failing to pop a coy smirk.

“So it is.” The figure says with a slight nod of his head, “Mollymak Tealeaf then, I have come to lead you home.”

“So that’s it then.” Molly says, his shoulders slumping slightly, a little bit of his hope slipping away, “My stories done.”

The figure stands there silently for a moment, staring at him, before suddenly the scene shifts and the time of them are standing in a field, the very same field Molly just died on. Snow has begun to fall as Molly’s comrades, watch Lorenzo walk away, he and Beau trading one last Barb, though Molly can’t hear what is said.

“In truth Mollymauk, that is entirely up to them.” Vax’ildan, Hand of the Raven Queen says, nodding towards them as they all stand entranced by the sight of Molly’s body.

“Though if I must be honest…I thought you’d like to hear their goodbyes.”