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Meet the players of Grace’s Last Reward (AO3)
↳ Day 3 ✩ Hannah // Santa
They made their way slowly back across the room, to find Santa seated at the base of the stairs. In one hand she held what Balthazar guessed was a photo, and was staring at it with an odd expression.
“Where did you find that?” Balthazar asked, with a slight frown.
“It’s mine,” she answered without looking up. “It was in my pocket.”
“Maybe you need it for the game,” Cass offered. Santa scoffed.
“I doubt it,” she seemed to sigh. “…it’s my brother.”
“If we give them enough information, they could go after our families, use them to force us to behave.”
Balthazar thought back to Seven’s warning. Leaving a photo of Santa’s family on her person hardly seemed worth scoffing over.
“You have a brother, Santa?” Cass smiled at her. Santa didn’t answer right away, her face tightening for just a second.
“…yeah,” she said slowly. “My baby brother. He was the cutest kid in the world.”
She paused again, biting her lip.
“I was his Santa Claus,” she said after a moment.
Cass tilted his head curiously, but didn’t need to ask. “Our parents died when we were both really little, and everyone we stayed with thought he was…kind of weird. He just wasn’t interested in the same stuff as other kids, you know?
“So every year, I had him write a secret letter to Santa with one thing he really wanted in it. I gave him some…bullshit address that always came back in a couple days, and I’d grab it out of the mailbox before anyone else saw it. Then I’d take some money I saved doing chores and get him whatever he asked for.”
“Look! Look, I got it! Santa got my letter, he really did!”
“One year though…” Santa’s voice slowed, and she cleared her throat, almost inaudibly, “…he didn’t ask for a book, or a toy, or anything like that…”
Dear Santa,
I have a wish. I’m really, really happy now, and I want things to stay like this forever.
Please make my wish come true.
“…but I couldn’t do it,” she said.
A sinking feeling pulled at Balthazar’s stomach. He glanced at Cass, staring at Santa. At the top of the stairs, Ace leaned against the railing, his head tilted towards them.
“He died.”
Santa broke the silence. “He was murdered. Nine years ago.”
She took a long, deep breath and sighed…then scoffed harshly.
“Some Santa I turned out to be.”
Ace politely turned away. Balthazar looked to Cass again, holding his sleeves but still staring.
“Santa…” he said softly. “Can I ask you something?”
She gazed at the picture a moment longer, then tilted her head up to him. Cass nodded.
“When your brother made that wish,” he asked, “were you happy too?”
Santa blinked, seeming surprised. “Yeah… of course I was.”
Cass nodded again. His voice was quiet, but insistent. “Your brother made that wish for both of you. I’m sure he still wants you to be happy. I hope-… I hope…someday you can forgive yourself.”
He took a half-step back, his eyes falling to the floor. “…that’s what your brother would say.”