Yeah, I'm just... [ That sounds like he hit the mark. ] Yeah... I mean, I live with him in Sheol, I see him every day both at work and at home, of course I'd miss him. |
No, it's no problem, it's not your fault.
[ He's just going to focus on his hands. ]
[ He's just going to focus on his hands. ]
I can think about it either way, it's not your fault.
[A minute passes before he types a reply.]
The latter.
The latter.
[They have them....]
How do I get them?
How do I get them?
[Why he needs them.... Bloodlust.
A reply comes a minute later.]
It's important. They stop blood cravings.
A reply comes a minute later.]
It's important. They stop blood cravings.
[ Why is Mary in the hospital when she's not injured (any longer)? It's tough to say, but if one were to ask this easily-spooked girl, she'd... well, probably be spooked if you came at her, but the actual answer is that she's simply checking to see if there's any injured victims that she happens to know. She's not entirely sure she trusts her device to work without mishaps yet, so in-person searching it is.
Now, who's here... ]
Now, who's here... ]
[ Mary stumbles back a bit, nearly tripping in her haste-- but she takes a deep breath, shaking her head. ]
I-it's okay!
I-it's okay!
Y-you're-- that person with the patch-- whoa?!
[ And sure enough, one misstep leads to a most glorious backwards slip. ]
[ And sure enough, one misstep leads to a most glorious backwards slip. ]
[ Neither is Mary's falling, but she'll manage to instinctively latch on to his sleeves and hang on as she wobbles back upright.
... Give her a minute. ]
... Give her a minute. ]
[ Worry not, she's letting go once she deems it safe and she gets her feet in a better place.
... And breathing out rather loudly. ]
T-too close...
... And breathing out rather loudly. ]
T-too close...
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