he's just standing in front of one of those hospital beds, hands on his hips, looking at his coat which he's got spread out on it. he's also got a papertowel or rag in one hand, slightly pink.
his normally white shirt, meanwhile, is like. coated in dried blood. and there's a little hole in the back. he himself seems to be patched up enough after a bit in the pod though.]
I-- you know, I'm not sure what I did deserves a congratulations.
... We were in an inn. Of some sort. Small rooms. I was by myself at first, and each room contained-- a vision. It showed me Yasha, possessed, killing Beauregard. It showed me my own grave. And then it began to show some of the others from this place.
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he's just standing in front of one of those hospital beds, hands on his hips, looking at his coat which he's got spread out on it. he's also got a papertowel or rag in one hand, slightly pink.
his normally white shirt, meanwhile, is like. coated in dried blood. and there's a little hole in the back. he himself seems to be patched up enough after a bit in the pod though.]
I-- you know, I'm not sure what I did deserves a congratulations.
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... Am I allowed to ask...?
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You can ask. Not sure how good the answers will be.
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You do rather get to the heart of things.
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