pc ♠ marcoh

[fried]

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[fried]

[ no ]

I'm al-- [ ... ] I'm generally very careful.

[boxcar]

...

[ Jiaoqiu may not be able to see well but he can feel the vibes here. ]

[fried]

[ nooOOOO ]

When have I not been careful in the time you've known me?

[boxcar]

You could be more especially right now.

Did you get rest?

[fried]

I slept as well as I'm able. Stab wounds with little pain relief tend to cause some tossing and turning.

[boxcar]

Did you not get something for it?

[ Let's take Ibuprofen together... ]

[fried]

Lucas gave me a painkiller from the convenience store, but it didn't do much.

I'll be asking the angels a little later if I can have something else. I'd like to be able to move freely without problems. [ ... ] More problems.

[boxcar]

[ Honesty if I was era and probably character-accurate he just might suggest heroin unironically but. ]

Morphine.

[fried]

[ marcoh like just do drugs this will solve all issues with a bigger issue ]

As nice as that sounds, I'd like to also be able to concentrate.

[boxcar]

[ Unfortunately. But also unironically tfw it was an actual prescribed painkiller at one point. ]

I think you could afford a day.

[ But he supposes that's fair enough. ]

[fried]

[ he glances away, out at their surroundings. ]

I'll tell you a secret. [ he adjusts his coat a bit. ] I think I'd like that day.

[ as responsible as he feels like he has to be, he would really not mind staring into the abyss for a few hours. ]

[boxcar]

[ Just looking at him instead of following whatever Jiaoqiu glances to. ]

I won't tell anyone if you want to.

[fried]

[ an ear flick.

and almost like an abrupt change of subject: ]

The angels tell me that things like mara should not affect people in this afterlife.

[ though maybe it isn't. maybe it's not hard to tell where his head is at. ]

[boxcar]

...No?

[ Like he's propping the door open if Jiaoqiu wants to mention more. ]

[fried]

Mm. So the General was not affected.

There must have been something else, I just cannot fathom what. [ a beat. ] I should move on. This isn't going to do me any good.

[boxcar]

But they insist that anything else wouldn't make any sense.

All three of them did.

[fried]

Did you speak to them about it at length?

[boxcar]

I asked if something could have interfered. Other gods. Hell.

They all said it should be impossible. I pointed out they didn't know a lot the last few days, but they still insist.

[fried]

[ exhales slow. ]

They told me that the second they know more, they'll tell me.

[boxcar]

...I will keep asking too. Until we get an answer.

It is better than nothing.