[ he falls into the chair without much effort at all on her part — he doesn't have the strength to resist, nor the will. once the coughs finally subside, he grips his crutch, white-knuckled. ]
... Of course. [ hm, maybe self-centered of him, to expect his fate might have been anywhere near being important enough to have come up, back then. why would it? it isn't like him being gone would really change anyone's life much at all. it would be like silco said — they would both be forgotten, their legacies absorbed into those of better men.
the way he glances to the side is as good an admission as any, before he says, ]
No, I have not. Perhaps that was... short-sighted of me. [ because he had thought that nothing could be done to his lungs to save them, aside from perhaps what the hexcore might have done, if the cost hadn't been far too high to pay. ]
... What will happen if I die, here? Do you know? I have heard this place self-corrects, when the deaths occurring are unnatural. But what if it isn't?
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... Of course. [ hm, maybe self-centered of him, to expect his fate might have been anywhere near being important enough to have come up, back then. why would it? it isn't like him being gone would really change anyone's life much at all. it would be like silco said — they would both be forgotten, their legacies absorbed into those of better men.
the way he glances to the side is as good an admission as any, before he says, ]
No, I have not. Perhaps that was... short-sighted of me. [ because he had thought that nothing could be done to his lungs to save them, aside from perhaps what the hexcore might have done, if the cost hadn't been far too high to pay. ]
... What will happen if I die, here? Do you know? I have heard this place self-corrects, when the deaths occurring are unnatural. But what if it isn't?