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Gotterdammerűng, Part 8
Karla is entering Seth’s house, but… It’s different. The lights are down low (if not completely off), and Karla is obviously entering the house without having explicitly been invited. She looks around nervously.
She walks around, exploring, to find Seth on the couch, a damp washcloth on his head, looking for all the world like a patient in every Jane Austen novel; his head is thrown back, one arm is over his head, and he is lying limp and bonelessly. Karla is alarmed, rushing to his side, kneeling by the bed.
SETH: Karla… is that you?
KARLA: Seth, what’s wrong?
SETH: Gotterdammerűng… My campaign… Izzy ruined it…
KARLA (urgently, the way you tell a dying kid with cancer that no, of course he’ll make it): Don’t be silly, my sweet GM… She castrated the King of the Western Shores, sure, but she can learn… You taught me….
SETH: No – without Throg, the Alliance falls apart. Now he’s a laughingstock.
KARLA: But you can turn back time, can’t you? As a GM?
SETH (regaining just enough strength to lean weakly up, in perhaps his last breath): No! That’s the GM’s rule: What happens at the table has effects! She made a choice, and that choice has ramifications.
KARLA (whispered, taking his hand): But think of Seawind… All that we have left to do with her…
SETH (fondly, stroking her cheek): I know, my sweet, but… It is too late.
SETH (firmly, with intention, looking at the ceiling with loss): Gotterdammerűng….
KARLA (slightly louder): No….
SETH (matching her intensity): …is….
SETH: NO MORE!
KARLA (wailing in grief, tearing her hair and her clothes): NOOOOOOOO!