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[ He should be used to Master's irresponsibility by now; years of it coupled with his personality and habits are enough to understand the majority of the things he does. Yet, Charley finds his capacity for it floundering as he stands at the edge of the sand, looking out toward the horizon and the water. The shadowed figure lingering at the edge of the surf.

Getaway, vacation. Things not in his vocabulary, though he knows he's well overdue for it.

It takes him a moment to work up the courage to walk in the direction of that body, casual clothes replacing the more formal things he normally chooses. And it's quiet, almost drowned out by the rush of the waves onto the beach. ]

Master—