[ she has a point about this. will strohl internalise this point? probably not! imagine not having a guilt complex. but he does not, frowning across the clinic briefly like he could will haru to get his ass back over here with his eyeballs. MY SON ]
Not so worried about being begrudged. [ more like worried he can't help. but - he lifts his head and gives her a little smile, gentle, thankful at the squeeze. understanding, at least. ]
Ah. Your friend, the one from the memory. The shady looking priest...? That was her.
Shady? [you would besmirch her friend's honour this way.] Well, his name is Temenos and he is lovely. But maybe that's good to know. It would explain all the strange sights we've been seeing these last few weeks.
[She may take note of his eyeballs a-straying.]
He'll be all right, I think. Give the defibrillator time to work.
[ HE LOOKED SHADY!!!! (temenos voice) im always this kind uwu
anyway. he holds up his hand in surrender to that though. ] He gave you a proper sendoff, though. Can't begrudge that sort of kindness, either.
[ and. yeah. he pulls his gaze away - the smile on his face is soft, a little bit guilty. busted. ]
Hardest to see it happen to people like him. Me, I can handle this sort of thing. I'm used to it. But to send off people who don't fight into these bloody - bloody death traps, it's beyond the pale.
Everyone starts life as someone who doesn't fight. As terrible as it may be, sometimes you only start when you aren't given a choice.
[She waves off the surrender hands, smiling a little.]
It'll be okay. He made it, as did you. Though...I know sometimes in-between, these things do get a bit willy nilly with life and death. [She bites at her lip.] So...what happened to you?
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Not so worried about being begrudged. [ more like worried he can't help. but - he lifts his head and gives her a little smile, gentle, thankful at the squeeze. understanding, at least. ]
Ah. Your friend, the one from the memory. The shady looking priest...? That was her.
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[She may take note of his eyeballs a-straying.]
He'll be all right, I think. Give the defibrillator time to work.
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anyway. he holds up his hand in surrender to that though. ] He gave you a proper sendoff, though. Can't begrudge that sort of kindness, either.
[ and. yeah. he pulls his gaze away - the smile on his face is soft, a little bit guilty. busted. ]
Hardest to see it happen to people like him. Me, I can handle this sort of thing. I'm used to it. But to send off people who don't fight into these bloody - bloody death traps, it's beyond the pale.
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[She waves off the surrender hands, smiling a little.]
It'll be okay. He made it, as did you. Though...I know sometimes in-between, these things do get a bit willy nilly with life and death. [She bites at her lip.] So...what happened to you?