Amber is very pleased to hear that 
I finished my run with her and let me tell you I like it very much. Itās still behind the R and JR routes and itās too early to know how exactly the Wās path will develop, so for now Iāll rate them in that order:
- R, my love
- JR
- B
- W
- S
Iāll try to get to my final run with J these days, but for now here are Amberās final stats:
Summary
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The best games have multiple rounds; do not become cocky over a single, trifling win that required help. What is one to many? Itās insignificant at best when you will inevitably fail.
Walking away from that failure at the first opportunity you had doesnāt lessen its certainty.
None of those later steps were thoughtless or automatic; you knew better, but persisted.
Warnings are meant to be followed before mistakes are made; you do not care to heed them. There are rules that your actions deliberately undermine until you relent and behave properly; yielding is a good quality to learn now. Your role is fixed, but you can be remade.
Your first kill should not be called a kill. Efficiency at the expense of satisfaction is a waste, though the creature used to tend to things rather than take for itself. You can learn too.
Life or death situations can test your limits, though being at home in a known, comfortable environment can induce an honesty that is even more telling. Yours was exactingly recreated. The paint colors, types of furniture, treasured photographs, and every other painstaking detail werenāt good enough for you, were they? It felt wrong, but appeared familiar because itās yours.
The cloche delivery was designed with you in mind, or at least who your mind wanders to.
Somehow being able to sense that wrongness is why you refused contact; you will yield.
In the end, your father was sad too. All the missed moments and future memories hurt him more than the flames.
Your ending is near; we both know this, but how exactly it will play out is where the fun lies.
Until we meet againā¦
Iāve mentioned already that Iām not into friends to lovers trope. Also B is the perfect best friend someone could dream about. So playing this path is not something natural for me. But I had to try it. I donāt want to read the code, I want to experience this adventure.
The first thing I want to mention is this scene
Some of you talked about how much more unsettling was B in the nightmares compared to the other ROs. Now I see what you all meant. A puppet being cut free of its strings - I come to this just after finishing FH and it made me think hard. Itās clear that ???/GL/ SL or whatever is playing with MCās feelings. Apparently they donāt have much information about B, being an outsider and all, so itās a baaaad improvisation on their part. No one in their right mind would think itās actually Bā¦
We have another confirmation that ITās learning here
āā¦Sorry,ā Beckett belatedly apologizes. āIām still learning. Iāll do better on the next part.ā
āIām still learning this one, but I already knew you were going to be difficult,ā Beckett admits, catching his breath and nearly laughing again at your obvious frustration. āThis lack of trust would ruin him, Amber.ā
Well, youāre not doing a good job playing a sincere sweet B, we wonāt fall for your tricks!
āPlaying delivery man is not as fun as the other make-believe games we play,ā he admits, kicking out his legs once before jumping off the table. āYou know what I mean.ā
No, I donāt! Not yet, anyway.
Some of my favourite moments from this run:
- āI mean, you could have picked someone elseāthat would have been totally okay too. I would just prefer braving a dark forest with you, uh, since I know you more, obviously. The power of friendship, so yeahā¦ā
āThere is indeed so much power in friendship,ā Reese quips with a cheshire-cat grin, not mocking what was said, but he is definitely calling it into question. - youāre quite right, Reese
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āā¦Amber, youāre an incredible friend, and I love you.ā - Ooohhh 
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āWorrying about me is your natural state of being,ā you quip, though itās really the truth.
āYouāre reckless and tend to think with your heart, not your head,ā Beckett retorts, though his smile persists because he would not have it any other way. āHoping you stay safe is a full-time jobā¦ā
There is something less tentative to his expression now and more certain.
āHmm, the benefits for that job must suck,ā you joke with a quick wink, realizing itās your turn to say something and not focus on Beckettās face. āDo you even receive overtime?ā
āNo, but I do get the benefit of friendship.ā - youāll get more than that if youāre more confident! Canāt wait for Book 2
- āThe most important thing is that you have each other,ā she concludes with a smile that brightens when Beckett steals a fleeting glance at you that might have been a check-in or something more. āTraveling is easier with someone you know and care about.ā
āA lot,ā Reese adds with a sly grin. āThey do make great partners⦠Traveling partners.ā
- You are closer to Beckettās face than you have ever been before.
āAmberā¦?ā
The soft uncertainty to his tone emboldens you to shift closer even as your seatbelt tries to restrict the action. It would be easy to count his eyelashes or discern the hints of muted gold in his irises. You admire him for a few seconds before leaning in to finallyā
The radio emits a hissing burst of static that startles you as faint crackles pour from the speakers.
It just ruined the moment. - I hate when youāre doing this @lacunafiction ! Iāll just pretend itās done because you want us to have an equal start for all of the paths in Book 2. Oh, wait, we can kiss W! Not fair at all 