BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

FERNANDO’S OFFICE HAS A NEW ADDITION: a humble cart neatly tucked away into an empty corner. several bottles of already open liquors line the main center pieces, with an elusive bottle of SPICY FIGY LIQUOR being the most pronounced of all. its warm red and orange decals makes it a poignant choice among the cans of MOONBLAST MICROBREWS ipas.

“care for a drink,” fernando says mindlessly behind his computer screen. “or would you rather take a walk?”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“…”

fernando stomachs a grimace he never quite digests. the blinking flash of his cursor highlights the last word of his report, anomaly, before reverting back to his operating system’s log in screen.

“very well then.”

the sound of his wheels churning against hard wood signal his rise. the same sound is absent when he ignores tucking in his chair. instead, he looks to the door, rather than matias or anything other distraction at the workplace.

it’s the type of discipline that would have done his co-workers some good. but not everyone can measure up to the impossible standards of a level headed silph.

“do you know why i, who never calls you, call for you today?”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“WELL, HERRERA,” fernando says with a nonchalance that undermines how far removed he is from the situation, “you have an issue.”

long strides from tall men cover much ground. a brisk walk for them is a marathon for their peers. just one step is more than enough to make annalise henderson jealous with her current confines.

and despite this, fernando finds his soul no more level than before.

“and it is now becoming my issue.”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“DO YOU REMEMBER THE LAST TIME—”

someone unimportant walks by and fernando resorts to silence. conversation between big players are best kept between each other. his eye traces the back of the inconsequential until they’re well out of sight.

“—i called you in to talk about your issue.”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“I BELIEVE I MADE A REQUEST OF YOU BACK THEN.”

there is no point in pantomiming a recollection so fernando spares the theatrics. having to align with PENELOPE LIVY, check in with Eva Morales, and other duties in the wake of losing Elinor Anderson leaves him with little time to play with prey. he must eat quickly and diligently.

“to make amends and squash your issue with miro to prevent further complication, or something to that degree.”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“INDEED.”

fernando’s hands fold within themselves. they rest behind his back. out of sight. as they did for his father before him. an image that is not exact but instead adjacent.

“while actions are often sufficient, sometimes they do not bring about their intended purpose. it is unfortunate that these complications are like weeds. willing to grow despite squashing them wherever they may arise.”

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MATIAS SILPH

BROTHER

MISSION POST POSTDORMITUM

“A SINGLE WEED IS NOT A CHORE TO PICK.”

fernando’s eye settles on the lawn. perfectly clean and freshly leveled. perfection. and to think, all it takes is a single weed to throw it off.

just one.

“but when you have a dozen, your work is never done.”

so he looks to the tree matias claims his leppa from. tall, with a canopy thick enough to shade them from the sun.

“so, instead of looking at grass, we must overshadow them with something that rises above what they can ever dream of. a grand enough oak pulls everyone’s attention.”

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MATIAS SILPH