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[He nods at that. Honestly, he'd be reaching to do more, but holding Joncat is taking all his arms. But he does fix Algric with a Look. A Very Jon Look, even for an eight year old.]

What exactly are you trying to do? Because he's already pretty mad at you.

What he feels about us?

[ It's only worse when the kidJon backs it up with the pretty mad part. That whole area that was his... the desk cordoned off. The room associated with him laden with traps and explosions...

He has the grace to flinch. ]

Why would he be mad?! He shouldn't have even been here...

[ Ah. Now that Tim mentions being it being about both of them, Martin makes much the same connection. That had been Tim's room before, wasn't it? And it was miserable. Now, here's Algric's, and it's a frozen hell.

Algric freezes up rather more metaphorically. Stumbling for the lie. ]

I - ah - he wasn't very happy when I told him he couldn't come. Of course he wanted to help. He must have snuck out after us as soon as we left.

[The room is so quiet for a few moments. KidJon and the cat both staring up at Algric, knowing.

Then finally answering Tim.]

You didn't tell him at all. What he just said is a lie.

[ For once, Tim goes cold. Maybe it's the room? Maybe some of the chill has really seeped in. But he no longer feels like the powerful person who could stride through explosions and fire. He feels very small, very mortal... and very off balance right now.

He turns to Algric, eyes wide. ]

You said you'd done it! Tell me this is just some misunderstanding. Or- or some trick from Elias fucking Bouchard.

I - that's -

[ Shit. Of course these dream fragments would know, wouldn't they? They're Jon. He shouldn't even have tried to lie. Stupid, god, now what is he going to do. ]

Look, I knew neither of you would be happy with it? But - but it was the right thing to do! You know what happens when Jon gets involved!

He trusted you.

[He keeps his eyes glued to Algric, even as the cat shifts and a large, very physical crack is visible on his shoulder, about where Jonah's ice scar would be.]

Unhappy? Christ, I'm furious!

[ Even if Algric had a very, very, very salient point about Jon and things going absolutely tits up, as demonstrated at the beginning of this dreamhell... STILL. ]

We had an agreement! ALL THREE OF US. What the fuck happened to talking this out like goddamn adults? We could have put it off.

[ YEAH. That's exactly why Algric is being stubborn here. Oh sure, he's objectively in the wrong - far moreso than he even realizes right now - but also. They are HERE because JON is bad at STAYING HOME!

Which is to say, Algric stiffens, a flash of anger darkening his face too. ]

Like hell we could have! The instant we told him, he'd have gone off to Elias on his own! At least this way, we're here!

You don't know that. He was going to stay.

[For all their shouting, KidJon sounds almost on the verge of tears, too many emotions for his too small frame. A lifetime of Jon holding his own back for private moments.]

He needed to trust you. And now you're here, so. So keep going and fix it.

I -

[ Don't trust him, Algric nearly says, only calling back the words at the last minute. God. What a miserable situation this is. He hates it and he hates Elias and he hates himself too, for good measure.

His gaze falls on that crack spreading through Kid Jon's shoulder and his heart breaks a little. ]

How do we do that.

[ There's a level of anger in Tim's voice that Algric hasn't heard since his own timeline. The fire and explosions were apt, and here, audibly, it snaps and crackles. ]

Oh, I don't know. Maybe trusting him?

[ He points back to the divots where the rings were in a sharp, quick gesture. ]

[ Algric sucks in a breath, torn between winding up again and giving in. He does a little of both, voice rising —]

You don’t know him like I do. You haven’t seen him make the mistakes I have.

[—but he returns the rings to their spot on the table. ]

[As Algric sets the rings back down, well. It's only natural for something solid and hard that was frozen to suddenly be heated up too fast. The rings once back on the table are cracked through. Once in contact with the ice, they start to slowly be overtaken again, the cold relenting a few degrees.

KidJon watches, the cat licking at the crack in his shoulder now.]

That will help. But to really help him, you'll have to go further in. [He nods to the series of frozen over photos on the wall.] I don't know which one will take you, but one of them leads to the lighthouse where you can see him.

[ There's a satisfied nod and he stalks past Algric towards the photos and then-

well he stops. It's really hard to address dream logic while lucid, honestly. Even as he studies them, he takes a moment to glance back to KidJon and CatJon. ]

... I don't suppose you're allowed to give hints here?

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[He looks up at the different photos, trying to see through the frosted over glass... then shakes his head.]

I just know it's wherever a lighthouse would be. So a shore? O-or something. But I can't see them.

[A lot of the photos have vague, frosted shapes of people but no clear faces or expressions. And others are clearly landscapes of some kind but what they are is hidden under the ice.]

[ god. Algric just. Simmers in his own misery for a moment. Takes ina deep breath. ]

Well they all look the same to me. We may as well go at random.

Probably.

[ He still... takes a moment, looking for something, anything that looks, you know, brown enough. Or blue enough. But... it's just ice, isn't it?

So, he picks a landscape looking one, and... again, gives a look back to KidJon and CatJon. ]

Thank you. Honestly. ... Also take care of yourselves.

[ And presses his hand to the one he'd picked. ]

[For the immediate moment, Tim will feel an absolute chill starting at his hand... and that's it. Just ice under it. A bit anticlimactic.

KidJon and CatJon are watching attentively before he points to Algric.]

It has to be him. He... H-he has the Eye and the Lonely. So he can find me.

[Algric had said he could always find Jon.]

[ Ah. That… Algric softens a little, letting at least part of his stubbornness slip away. Focus foe now. Deal with everything else later. ]

Okay, I - I’ll try. I will.

[ He steps forward, looking at the paintings. Trying to feel for the right one. ]

[ He steps back, then.. another step. There's a glance towards the two rings, damaged but intact.

... And he nods, without comment this time. ]

[The two Jon expies watch, and even as Algric steps up, it's clearly having a different effect. The cold Algric feels has a bite to it. While each is emanating that blast of ice, only a couple of them feel a stronger call. And one in particular has that familiar feeling of the ocean spray and the gentle sands that numb the heart.

It's just off center on the wall, three down from where Algric stands. It could easily be mistaken for an empty frame with how little is visible in shape or color.]

[ Ah. Algric shivers, hating this feeling but…

He settles in front of that empty frame, reaching out for it. ]

Here. This one.

[ Tim frowns. ]

Algric.. there's nothing IN that one?

No. It’s - that’s what the Lonely looks like.

[ The place that still haunts his nightmares even now. Algric shivers bodily. ]