no one and nothing can break through

[predecir]

[Well! That sure did happen!

Bruno does not organize an afterparty. He's not a party organizer in general - that was Wu. But he knows he was completely useless, if not downright actively unhelpful, during that whole thing, and he already feels guilty enough. He has to be useful somehow. Otherwise, why's he even here? 

So, before everyone can leave the teleportation circle in the dining room and all go their own separate ways, Bruno mumbles something about making food and takes off for the kitchen. He'll be there for a couple of hours, whipping up some quick chicken sancocho, with Olive on rice duty. Azul can be in charge of actually grabbing people and bringing them in - god forbid Bruno do anything like that - but if anyone does happen to be there to take one, he'll make them up a bowl. Otherwise, he's just gonna leave it all warming on the stove. 

There's also some arroz con leche simmering for later, if anybody wants dessert! He'll put cinnamon in it, and then add some hot chocolate to the lineup as well. He's no Julieta, of course, but at least he's made something? It's not enough, but it's...something.]

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[strongestfeelings]

[Stella is less pleased by the irony— but not enough to leave the letter untouched. It takes her a bit of time—- but finally, she gives into temptation, and opens the envelope.]

[pegasinister]

[ Even without seeing the signature at the bottom it's clear this was written by Hubert: the writing could be described as "spidery" at best. Thin cramped lettering that while perfectly ledgable is almost unpleasant to look at]

Lady Stella,

I will start this letter with my honest sympathies for your loss. It may read as mocking, considering the last few hours, but in this I'm truthful. As I said, I was fond of Wu. He was a good man. A poor king, but a good man. If the world had more gentle hearts like his, perhaps there would be less need for men like me.

But the world is what it is, and I am what I am. Which is why this letter is not an apology. An apology assumes you would do things differently if given the chance, and I can't say I would. Doing otherwise would be an empty platitude and an insult to us both. Yet... I will admit I hurt you with my actions. I put little stock in things like karma or the soul, but I do respect debt. And restitution. And I owed Wu some degree of this as well for his kindness.

As such, consider this letter an offer to clean that debt. If you find yourself in a situation that requires certain uncomfortable problems handled, call on me to deal with it, as is my specialty. No questions, and not a word spoken further- including under threat of consequence. I'm sure you're clever enough to understand my implications. If this is agreeable to you I will consider us even when, and only when, the request is carried out.

I hope we never have to speak on this in person, but regardless I request you burn this letter as soon as you are done reading it. For practicalities' sake if nothing else.

Marquis Hubert von Vestra, Minister of the Imperial Household