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The Canvas was destroyed when Verso's soul stopped painting. The end of a long reign of suffering was over.
And then it came back.
Gustave died. He knows that much. He was dead. But now he's back on the ship on the day after the Gommage of everyone who was 33 years old, and now he's back on his way to the continent to repeat the cycle of destruction. But he isn't alone. It quickly becomes apparent that Lune, Sciel, and Maelle are back, too. And they have a plan to save as many lives as possible. And to defeat the painters. Plural. Because that is a thing, apparently.
To Gustave's worry, this plan revolves around Maelle and a man named Verso. A man who will save Maelle on the beach just as he did last time.
But something about this whole things is strange, and this group of survivors they have gathered slowly begin to uncover conspiracies that extend far beyond the problems of their canvas.
Because for Maelle, it's been four years since the canvas was destroyed, and she swears on her brother's grave she wasn't the one to repaint it.
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When you Paint, there are rules. In her grief, Aline broke them all.
The crack in the stability of the Canvas was all it took for the Writers to thread their own craft through it, letting them pull out a handful of inhabitants as their tethers to their world snapped. They explain it as a mercy to the confused members of Expedition 33 when they wake up in Paris. They tell them it was a rescue mission, to save them from the whims of the Painters—that this fight is now theirs, too.
But Gustave, Lune, Sciel and a very confused Maelle were not the only ones plucked from the Canvas. Beneath the Writer’s Council, Verso wakes in a locked cell, a new piece on the board of their war.
Turns out their Expedition might not be finished, after all.
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Verso saw Maelle's fate in his mother's heartbreaking descent into all-consuming obsession. He didn't want this for her. His decision was clear. The canvas had to be erased. And he got his say. It was being erased before his very eyes. But... why wasn't he? Why was he... being pulled out into reality?
[ In an anguished whisper, he exhaled, “I’m tired… I’m so tired… I can finally rest now. I know this is hurting you. But can you be happy for me? Just a little? In your own big world… in your little room… would you think of me and spare a smile for me? Would you remember me as I am, not as you wished me to be?”
Heaving one last sigh, Verso closed his eyes. He was finally at peace. He could feel the beginning of his own disintegration.
But then…
In a last ditch effort, Maelle threw her arms around his neck and clung. Hard. He could feel her nails digging into his skin.
“I’m not letting you go,” she promised, half devoted, half feral. ]
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On the night of December 33rd, 1905, the ghost of Verso Dessendre stumbles out of a burning manor.
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Verso makes a different decision. And when a butterfly flaps its wings, it can cause a tornado.
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spoilers for the game! but also, kind of a rewrite of it! Picks up during THAT cutscene at the end of Act 1.
13 year old me 🤝 26 year old me writing fanfic to undo one (1) character death