!TW: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF GORE!

NOTICE: Due to the fact that the companion story is quite a fair bit behind me, I will have to take a break from updating for a while because the next chapter will be one where our stories overlap! It will also feature the return of our favorite sassy elf as well as another appearance by an Origins character!

Now where was I? Oh yes, I was murdering someone.

Time seemed to stop around me as Gaelic grasped his chest. He coughed roughly and blood dribbled from his mouth in stringy droplets. A dark stain started to spread across and down his chest where he was holding it like it was hurting him. Why was he bleeding? What was going on? Why was this happening? My body was in complete shock as my brain tried to find a way to explain the situation. Fearfully, he looked into my eyes as his legs lost the strength to support his weight and he slumped towards the ground. Only he remained suspended in mid air even as he legs hung limply with no weight on them.

"GAELIC!" I screamed in absolute panic as my muscles unlocked and I rushed to support him. Time resumed its normal flow as blood fell in thick, gooey droplets onto the grass. He struggled to speak but as I gazed into his terror filled green eyes, he didn't have the strength to do so and his mouth just opened and closed like a fish.

Others started to surround us at this point and that was when I noticed it.

Ice.

Ice had formed large and deadly sharp spikes in a row behind him and the largest was lodged in Gaelic's back. Blood dripped down turning it a disturbing pink that slowly turned dark red as more of his life blood oozed onto the icicle. Following the line back along its length my eyes were drawn to the mage that still lay on the edge of the camp. He had his arm raised and ice particles still sparkled in the air around him. He was the one that I had failed to kill.

Looking at him, I felt something snap in my heart as I stood numbly. Someone grabbed my arm but my mind was set on one thing and one thing only. I was narrowed in on the mage ahead of me. It was his fault. I walked faster.

He is the one responsible for this. I started to jog.

He's going to pay for this. Tears leaked from my eyes.

I'm going to make him beg for mercy. I screamed a furious battle cry.

He'll have wished he waited for the throat cutters just a few bodies away from him. I began running full tilt, weapons unsheathed.

The mage shakily raised his hand to cast another spell but before he could, I knocked it to the side with the blade of my dagger. A line of blood flew through the air following his hand down to the ground where I mercilessly stepped on his wrist. With a disturbing crack I felt the bones break under my boot but I didn't let up even a little as I did the same to his other hand. If he cried out in pain, I didn't hear it, nor did I care.

Taking one dagger, I plunged it into the junction of where his shoulder connected with his torso. I could see the panic in his face but I was past the point of no return, and no amount of pleading would make me stop. Taking a fistful of his hair I yanked his head back and then with my last remaining knife, I started to saw into his throat.

Gore sprayed everywhere as the muscles in his throat tried to scream but I cut through his windpipe before he could make much of a sound and all it did was spray the blood even further with the air escaping his trachea. I didn't stop there though, just cutting his throat open didn't satisfy my urge for revenge and I continued on.

With each saw of my blade, I dug deeper into the juicy tissue of his neck until I hit his spine. Taking my one hand out of his hair, I braced it on the backside of the blade and with one final cry, I pushed down with all my strength until I felt my dagger sink into the ground beneath him. Still not finished I once again grasped his head by the hair and then I lifted myself from his corpse and with all my strength I hurled his decapitated head into the part of camp that was still burning.

Panting heavily, I turned around to face everyone else only to find Skinner standing behind me with a look of utter horror on her face. My gaze slipped past her to see the group that had gathered around Gaelic and I noticed that he was no longer on the icicle. Numb once again, I started stumbling back towards them.

A part of me didn't want to see what had become of him, but another knew that I wouldn't be able to let it go until I had. My footsteps barely left contact with the grass as I dragged them.

Flashes of a burned clearing flashed across my vision and my stomach sunk into the depths of my bowls. Charred remains flickered in and out around me as I approached the cage where I had once found the remains of Sophi. Only this time, there was ice, not fire and this time I definitely could have prevented his death from happening.

It had been my fault that mage hadn't been dead. If I'd put my own beliefs aside and killed him right away, Gaelic wouldn't be lying on the ground with a hole through his chest.

As I approached the group, they looked up one by one and something about my appearance must have shocked them because horror took over each and every one of their expressions. The only one who wasn't looking at me like I had just stepped out of a horror movie was the Chief, instead there was a look of despair in his face. Even Fenris was staring at me like I was out of my mind, or at the very least more so than usual. Stitches was closest to the body lying on the ground and as I approached he stepped away avoiding my gaze.

Gaelic lay down like he was sleeping. His eyes were closed peacefully and he lay perfectly still. The only thing that gave away he was no longer alive was the blood that was still around his mouth and the dark stain on his clothing. His blonde hair was splayed over Dalish's lap as she cradled his head.

Whatever was left holding me together broke completely upon seeing his face. I dropped to my knees at his side as I felt tears once again warm my face. Taking his slowly cooling hand I squeezed it hoping against hope that he would open his eyes so at the very least I could get one last moment with the person I'd called brother in this cruel world. Of course there was no response to my touch at all.

"He's gone, Lashes." Stitches spoke quietly as I felt his hand gently land on my shoulder. Sobs painfully wracked my chest but I refused to make a single sound, not with so many people around at least. I shook my head back and forth, no he can't be gone! He can't be, I still need him. He's the whole reason I'm even still here in the first place, why I even bothered to try. Gaelic was my reason for living, even if I hadn't admitted it to myself before now, it was true. "Come on, Lashes, let's go." He started to pull me up and while I didn't resist, I didn't help on my own either. It wasn't until his hand slipped from my grip that I realized I hadn't let go of Gaelic's and it fell limply to the ground with a soft thump.

Refusing to turn away from his body, I was surprised when Fenris stepped in to pick him up and carry him with us. I had expected Bull to be the one to do so but I suppose in the long run, it didn't matter as long as we weren't going to leave him within the same vicinity as those who were responsible for the situation that caused this. My guilty conscience refused to let me blame them directly for his death since I knew this was my fault. If only I'd killed that mage before!

I am weak. How did I expect to constantly get away without killing anyone? I should have known it would come back to bite me in the ass eventually. Now I was just paying my dues for being such a fucking idiot.

Stitches tried to keep his hold on me but I didn't want to be anywhere close to the center of attention right now so I freed myself and tried to stealthily sneak to the back of the group. Dalish also tried to get my attention but I avoided her too, Rocky patted my arm comfortingly as I passed him to get to the back. Once I was behind everyone, I pulled up the deep hood on my tunic to hide my face as I allowed myself to silently cry for the loss of Gaelic.

Once we had gotten back to camp, people immediately set to work building a pyre for our fallen comrade. While I wanted to help, it was Bull's orders that I was to go straight to Dalish so I could get cleaned up, apparently I was drenched in blood from the 'Vint mage that I had taken revenge on for Gaelic's death. Only because I knew I was still on thin ice with my commanding officer did I do as I was told.

After a quick wipe down which was really all we had the time or resources for and a change of clothes, I found myself standing in front of a giant pile of wood. On top lay Gaelic in his full armor and daggers in his hands. The blood was gone from his mouth even though it still darkened his clothing on his chest.

Once everyone was present, the Chief walked up to the pile of wood with a torch burning brightly. Silence reigned over the clearing, not even the animals were making any noise. It was as if the world were mourning the death of such a pure soul.

"Gaelic was a brave soldier and our best tracker. It is because of him that many of us are here today," and because of one of us that he is dead my mind supplied miserably, "he was the one many turned to for cheering up when they were feeling down. Gaelic was the heart and soul of the company, he never knew when to give up and often talked without thinking things through but he always meant well with everything he did. The Bull's Chargers will be left lesser without him." There was a beat of silence around the crowd before Krem started the song,

"No man can beat the Chargers, cause we'll hit you where it hurts. Unless you know a tavern with loose cards and looser skirts." the rest of the group slowly started to join in. It was a slower, more sorrowful rendition than the one I'd heard after Bull had announced my joining. I wanted to join them in singing but no matter how much I tried, my mouth stayed clamped firmly shut, "For every bloody battlefield we'll gladly raise a cup. No matter what tomorrow holds, our horns be pointing up!" by the end everyone but me had joined in and raised their weapons towards the night's sky with a fierce battle cry they celebrated his departure.

The Chief threw the torch onto the oil soaked wood and it went up in a great blaze of light and heat. I made myself watch as it quickly consumed the body of my best friend and the only family I had left in this wretched place. The flames burned my eyes and ruined what little night vision I had, my tears were of no help in moisturizing them as they evaporated almost immediately and the salt burned my face. Nonetheless, I refused to look away for even a moment. Even blinking seemed like it was too long a reprieve and I did my best to do so as little as possible.

Slowly one by one people returned to their tents as the fire dwindled and the smell of burning flesh dissipated into the air. A couple of them stopped by me to offer more comforting words since most of them knew how Gaelic had trained me from scratch, especially those who knew that our friendship had run much thicker than water. The Chief was one of these such people, and I think he rumbled something in his deep voice, but it was lost in the hurricane of my thoughts. Within an hour, I was the last one standing around the burning embers of his funeral pyre.

By this point, the grand fire had burnt itself out to hardly more than a pile of charcoal on the ground. Closer to the center there were still embers that glowed red hot but that was it. With everyone gone, I pulled out the book I'd carried with me to the informal service and gazed at its cover. Even the mage on the cover of this book seemed to accuse me of being a murderer with his fierce, unforgiving gaze.

Unable to look at it anymore, I tossed it into the ashes that still glowed. Reading the book had proved to be too difficult as my heart would crack open more with every word that I read. It was too great a reminder at this point and I had already learned I couldn't afford to be sentimental anymore.

Turning from the pyre, I slumped my way back into camp. The lack of heat from the great blaze had left me feeling cold so instead of going back into my tent, I sat heavily at the remains of the campfire. There were bottles of some sort of liquor lying around that I assume were looted from the 'Vint camp since I didn't recognize it being anything from our stores. Pulling the cork from the neck, I upended it and took a large drink.

It was extremely bitter and tasted very slightly of grapes, so I assumed it was some sort of wine. It wasn't my usual cup of tea but it seemed to dull the ache I was feeling in my chest so I took another large mouthful as I brought my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them. The crunching of rocks underfoot caught my attention before I saw a pair of bare feet stop beside me.

"You should not treat gifts so carelessly." He rumbled as the elf took a seat beside me at the dying fire and a book was shoved under my nose. I blankly regarded it as I once again took a long drink from the bottle in my hand.

"I guess you'll take better care of it than I will then, Happy Birthday." I mumbled miserably as I pushed it back towards him and gulped down the last of the bottle before throwing it into the burning embers. It broke with a satisfying crash as I moved onto the next one.

"It is not my birthday."

"It's just an expression." Was my quiet reply.

"You would so easily part with one of the last remaining pieces of your lover?" I could hear the anger laced in his voice but it didn't get the rise out of me that it usually would have. My emotions were dead to me right now.

"He wasn't my lover; he was like a brother to me. Why do you care so much what I do with my book anyways?" I asked after another long pull from the bottle, "As far as I'm aware you don't really care that much for me either, so why suddenly concern yourself now?"

"Because I could never ignore a dying man's last request when I could so easily carry it out." he pushed the book towards me once again, "I signed it. That was his last request before he died." At this I regarded the elf and the book in a new light. my hands started to shake as I took the novel from his grasp and opened it up to see, sure enough, just inside the cover was scribbled 'Fenris.' A watery chuckle escaped my throat as new tears welled up and overflowed down my cheeks.

"Of-godamn-course he would do that." I curled further into a ball with the book at my furiously aching chest as I once again started to sob uncontrollably. After a few moments, I felt a hand hesitantly rub the back of my neck. Obviously he was still aware that they had whipped me earlier and was intentionally avoiding my back which I appreciated. After an unknown amount of time, I finally lifted my head and wiped my face clean of the remnants of my outburst, "Thank you, Fenris, it means more than you can imagine."

"I am glad you came to your senses; it would have been a waste to throw out a collector's item." Collector's item? I frowned confusedly at him, "That will likely be the only copy of that dwarf's rendition of Kirkwall that I will ever touch let alone sign. The value of your book has gone up immeasurably." I smiled uneasily as my legs dropped into a crossed position.

"Not even if the cutest little girl in the world was begging you with the wateriest puppy eyes you've ever seen?" I proposed and watched as his brows furrowed into a sharp 'V' shape.

"Children should not be reading that book." He replied as he too picked up a bottle of the bitter wine and after uncorking it took a long pull from the bottle.

"You never answered my question. Could you break the heart of an innocent little girl for the sake of your pride?" I too drank again and I could feel the alcohol starting to effect me as it tingled through my limbs.

"Yes." Was his firm response and I raised my eyebrows into my hairline in shock,

"I'll make sure to tell Isabela that if I ever meet her." I mumbled before I upended the bottle completely and threw it too into the remains of the fire. There was another satisfying crash as it shattered in the flames.

"If you think you can cow me into submission with threats of her, you are mistaken. The chances of you ever meeting anyways are slim at best unless you should suddenly find yourself on a ship in the middle of the sea." I chuckled at his predicted response. I hadn't really expected it to work but it had been funny at the very least. It was a goad that Gaelic would have liked. At that thought, the joviality drained from my being and I slumped further down. My hand absently reached for another bottle of wine but there were no more within my reach until one suddenly appeared under my nose, "Danarius used to have a whole storeroom full of this wine in his mansion in Kirkwall, he made me serve it to his guests when I was his slave in Tevinter." Taking the bottle from him I uncorked it with only slight difficulty. My fingers weren't doing what I was telling them anymore and I was having trouble balancing.

"That was one of my favorite parts, when you first met Hawke, stormed Dickbag's mansion like a righteous storm, took out everybody inside, then took the damn place for yourself. Fucking badass." I chuckled hollowly as I took another drink and turned away as I wiped a couple stray tears off my cheek. "It felt good to have someone you could always depend on no matter what right?" I mumbled into my chest as I hung my head using my hair as a shield to hide my face.

"You act as if you have lost everything, yet I can clearly see you still have people you can count on. It was not only Gaelic who was eager to plan your rescue, the whole of the Chargers were equally passionate to get you back. You are far from being alone." Again there was a note of irritation in his voice but in my slightly drunken state, I ignored it as I chuckled without any humor.

"I've been alone for months. Ever since I landed here with no hope of getting back, I lost Sophi, my home, my family and my whole way of life. The Chargers have done their best and for that I'm grateful but Gaelic was just the straw that broke the camel's back." Fenris sighed and shifted so he could rest his one arm on a raised knee,

"I am sorry for your loss, I know how difficult it can be to leave everything you know behind" I glanced up at him as he stared unseeing in the remains of the fire, I hid a yawn behind a hand as I suddenly found myself becoming tired, I was barely able to hold my eyes open, "I was recently in the company of an elf by the name of Gaelea who was in a situation very similar to yours." I shifted my position so both of my legs were curled just to the side of my body. I hadn't sat like this since the last time I wore a skirt since it was the only proper way to sit down wearing something like that, "She had lost her home, family, and friends. Until I met her in the company of some more Tevinter slavers, she had been living under the care of a Dalish clan in the area..." he continued speaking after that but as my strength failed me and my eyes shut of their own accord, his deep monotonous voice droned on until my head landed on something soft and my memory of the night ended.

The next time I regained consciousness, I wished I could go back to the black abyss. My head pounded with every beat of my heart and my stomach threatened to reject all of its contents should I move even the slightest bit wrong.

I fell back into an uneasy sleep after that constantly switching between sickness and slumber. At some point, I could hear activity start up around camp but I merely groaned and rolled over once again. I made extra care to avoid lying on my stomach so as to alleviate the nausea symptoms as much as possible, after that I continued to try and get some more sleep only to be roused when there was a knock on the wooden pole holding up the canvas.

"Lashes?" was the gentle call that I immediately recognized as Dalish's voice. When I didn't respond verbally, light entered the tent momentarily before soft footsteps alerted me to her approach. There was a gentle hand on my shoulder and something warm placed under my nose. I scrunched my face up at the smell organic smell of the hot leaf juice as I rapidly blinked to clear the sleepiness from my eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"Not good. Oh god, drinking that much was a terrible idea, what the hell was I thinking? Gaelic is going to kill me." And just like that everything fell back into place in my brain, "Oh… right…" was my somewhat less enthusiastic response as what little strength I had faded completely from my system replaced with the desire to do nothing more than lay in bed all day.

"Yes, Gaelic is gone but we mustn't let his death be for naught. Come now, he wouldn't want you to be laying about like this, Lashes. We need to honor his memory, here drink this." The elven woman presented me with the cup that still wafted pompous water odors into my nose, "It will ease the sickness you are no doubt suffering from." I eyed the cup warily but trusting in the fact that Dalish has never purposefully lead me astray, I sat up and took the cup from her hand. Sipping slowly at the hot liquid so as to not disturb my volatile stomach, I did indeed find that it helped the nausea subside little by little. "Now would you care to inform me on what transpired between you and the Tevinter elf last night?" I nearly spit out the tea I was drinking and instead whipped my head around to give her a horrified look.

"Nothing! Nothing happened! I mean… we talked by the remains of the fire after the funeral but then I passed out." I explained hastily, intensely worried about what rumors might be circulating the camp. The small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth had my stomach sinking further downwards than it already was. This was also when I finally clued in that I was in fact in my tent and not in front of the campfire like I had been before. "Why, do you ask?"

"I only heard that last night the Chief found you with your head resting in the Little Wolf's lap." My brain clicked in when I remembered my head hitting something soft rather than the hard rocky ground instead. Oh god, I'd passed out in his lap. A chill went up my spine, Fenris cooties, gross. Massaging my face with my free hand I groaned with despair. Not only had I made an idiot out of myself, but I'd practically put my face directly into his junk. Great, now I'd have to find him and apologize, if I could look him in the face long enough to do so that is.

"Of course he did and knowing the Chief, he'll be thinking of the worst situation possible between me and Fenris…"

"Perhaps it would be best for you to clear the situation up then?" she posed before standing and leaving the tent. I set aside the tea that was now beginning to make me feel sick again as drinking too much liquid during the first moments of a hangover usually does. Pulling the blanket off my body I noticed that I was still wearing the same clothing from yesterday, minus the armor which someone had taken the liberty of removing before putting me in the bedroll. As I pulled my legs from the blanket that hand tangled around them while I had tossed and turned during the night, my eyes landed on my book innocently lying on the ground beside me. I'd actually just missed putting the tea cup on it.

A stab of hurt shot into my heart as I gazed at the cover, the depiction of Hawke staring back at me with grim determination. Picking it up, I gazed at the artwork almost longingly. What I wouldn't give to get Gaelic back, a piece of me was missing and coupled with the loss of Sophi, it was such a gaping hole, I wasn't sure if I would be able to fill it ever again. I curled inward around the book as the ache from my heart seeped outwards into the rest of my body until I was just one mass of pain.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there in that position but when no one (specifically Dalish) came back to check on me, I assumed it hadn't been more than a couple of minutes. A part of me knew that I couldn't stay in here forever hiding from the world, no matter how much I wanted to. Gaelic wouldn't want me to shut myself away like this anyways, he would want me to live as happily as I could. Still, I found it difficult to muster up the strength to get up (the hangover wasn't helping). Nonetheless, I somehow managed to pull on my boots and get to my feet, even with the world tilting around me like it was on a top. Then carefully, putting one foot in front of the other, I made my way to the entrance and pushed aside the flap.

Sunlight instantly blinded me and started up a pounded headache in between my temples. Groaning with pain, I gently massaged my eyes with the palms of my hands as I tried to alleviate the pain in my head. I really wished I could have a Tylenol right now…

"There you are, 'bout time you got out here. We're packing up camp and moving out, can't afford to stay here for any longer than we already have." Krem informed me rather brusquely and I pulled my hands away from my face to look at him directly as I felt a heavy, armored hand land on my shoulder, "How are you holding up Lashes?" a lump formed in my throat and I swallowed hard to dislodge it but it refused to go away fully and it had to turn away to keep the lieutenant from seeing the tears form in my eyes.

"I'm okay." My voice was surprisingly stable despite the fact that I was practically choking on my own spit in the process, "Do you know where I can find Fenris? I need to talk to him before we head out." I asked somewhat sheepishly hoping that he hadn't heard the rumors that were circulating about him and I. the hand was removed from my shoulder as he gestured towards the edge of camp in the general direction that Gaelic's funeral pyre had been.

"If you're wanting to speak with him, you better hurry. Last I saw, he was packing up and heading out in a grand flurry."

"Why?"

"Apparently some of the reports we salvaged from the 'Vint camp held some information on one of his previous companions and how she may be in trouble. He's on his way back to Val Royeaux now." Was the explanation and I quickly thanked Krem and made my way over to where the white haired elf was supposed to be. Although it was very likely that he could already be gone and I was wasting my time, but I wanted to make sure that me nearly giving him a dry rub with my face was completely unintentional. As I rounded one of the last tents though, I was able to see that he was in fact still here.

"Fenris," I called and watched as he turned from his things in front of him. I made sure to keep some distance between us when I saw a wary look overtake his serious features, "I heard you were leaving, I just wanted to make sure I apologized for… passing out on you last night. It was not my intention, I'm sorry."

"Well you missed the crucial areas and actually only landed on my leg, but it is a comfort to know that you did not intend anything to happen. You have a surprisingly low alcohol tolerance for a mercenary, however." I breathed a sigh of relief when he admitted that he wouldn't be holding a grudge against me,

"Well probably because I have only been one for the better part of three months, or maybe even well into four by this point. I don't know, I've lost track. Gaelic was usually better at that kind of stuff."

"You relied quite heavily on him. What do you plan to do now that he is gone?"

"I don't know." My shoulders slumped and that was when I once again realized that I was still holding the Champion of Kirkwall in my hand. The lump formed in my throat again and I had to fight hard to swallow it this time.

"If you want to survive you'll need a stronger resolve than that, Lashes. Do you really think this is the legacy Gaelic meant to leave with you?" Fenris crossed his arms over his chest and took a wide stance, "Turn to the last page in your book, it would seem he left something else for you. I saw it by accident when I signed your book; I had assumed that you had already read it, but judging by your words and flimsy resolve apparently you have not." I stood for a moment, stunned at his words before I hurriedly did as he said and fumbled open to the very last page. Sure enough, there was a short handwritten message in a chicken scratch font that I recognized immediately.

Dear Arryn,

I know these past weeks have been tough for you, but I just want you to know that I'm so proud of the progress you've made. Losing Sophi was probably the hardest thing you've ever faced but you came out of it so much stronger than any of us could have hoped. I can't wait to see what else you accomplish once you set your mind to it.

Horns Up.

Love, Your Brother in arms,

Gaelen

I had to quickly move the book out from underneath me as tears flowed freely down my face. The ache in my chest throbbed with each beat of my heart but it was no longer as sharp as if it had already started to fade. This world wouldn't give me time to mope around and be depressed over his death, I had to accept it and move on as quickly as possible. After all, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right?

"I want you to ask me that again." I stated in a surprisingly steady voice considering I still had tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Very well, what do you plan to do now that he is gone?"

"I'm going to live. I'm going to survive and live the life that was taken from him. I will get stronger; I will become strong enough to protect everyone that I care about. I am done losing those that I care about." He smirked with satisfaction and lowered his arms as he turned to pick up his things, "I also want you to know that my real name is Arryn, I feel like now that Gaelic is dead that I want there to be someone else to know it."

"I will remember it. Farewell, Arryn."

"Bye, Fenris."

Just like that he was gone and I was left standing alone outside the circle of slowly diminishing tents. Knowing what I needed to do next, however, I straightened my spine and walked determinedly towards the towering horned head that could be seen from any angle. As he put the heaviest supplies into the wagon, the Iron Bull spotted me before I got too close and he gave me a wary and slightly confused stare as I confidently approached him.

"Did you need something, Lashes?"

"I need to talk to you about my double duty around camp." His eyebrow raised questioningly and he crossed his arms over that impressively muscled chest.

"I'm listening."

"I want you to put me on throat cutter duty." There was a beat of absolute silence as he stared down at me in complete disbelief, but I held his stare evenly.

"Why?"

"Gaelic is dead because of me, because I couldn't kill the one monster that mattered. I need to learn how to kill people, even those who beg me not to. It was dumb of me to think that I could get away with only doing half the job." I resolved and I could once again see the surprise overtake his asymmetrical features.

"And you think this is the best way?"

"Well just facing them in battle hasn't really done anything has it? The only time I've really killed people are when it was an accident and I was acting purely on instinct or when I was on throat cutter duty. So yes, I think this will be the best way, or at least it will be the fastest."

"Fine, two weeks, throat cutting. Just make sure you don't burn yourself out."

"Trust me, I won't."

Well I hope you liked it and I am also happy to report that the companion story will finally be updating again as well!

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