In Jareth's Castle, Saturday Afternooon

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Well... That hadn't gone quite as planned. The right words have been said, and Jareth has simply laughed in the faces of our would-be rescuers. What now? Three challenges? That wasn't in any of the clues! Play fair, Goblin King!

Then again, saying, "It isn't fair" never really seems to do anybody any good in here anyhow, does it? Drat.

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Re: The Final Test

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Ender Wiggin	"It doesn't," Ender said, and reached up to pluck Ben's hand away from his hair. "You're right about that. I'm not a part of that, but I'm not a part of this, either." It had been nice, for an all too brief spell of time, but now Ender could determine what the fatigue was: familiar old guilt, settling into all his creaks and joints. He felt really old, for all of a second; then that sense was chased away by another, at the foolishness of thinking of himself like that at age sixteen standing in the middle of a magical castle.
Ben Skywalker	Ben's hand tightened on Ender's and an all-too-familiar stubborn look settled onto his face. He wasn't about to let go. "So come back with me," he coaxed. "We can figure out a new definition of home."
Ender Wiggin	"No, I'm coming already," Ender said. His smile had vanished, leaving not his usual pensive expression, but naked exhaustion, resigned guilt. "I don't want to, but I will." That was how every part of his life inevitably crashed, wasn't it?
Ben Skywalker	"Oh, Ender," Ben breathed, giving into his impulse to lean in and knock his forehead gently against his friend's. "It's the right choice, I promise."
Ender Wiggin	"It always is," Ender murmured, shutting his eyes for an all too brief moment. A few breaths. Time slowing or speeding up or whatever it was. "Unlike these pants," he muttered, and the moment broke into a hundred pieces. His own were back together now, glued meticulously and duct-taped where they wouldn't hold for more than a few hours.
Ben Skywalker	"They certainly are...something," Ben agreed with his first genuine laugh of the week. He moved to wrap his arm around Ender's waist to steer him towards the exit. Half of it was because he'd recognized the exhaustion in Ender's eyes. The other half was purely selfish--he was still trying to assure himself Ender was here.