I don't remember what dying feels like
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Thread Topic: I don't remember what dying feels like
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*coughs up blood, groans*
Suspicion: *glances over at him worriedly, Insanity is asleep next to her* -
Great o..observation. *sits down on floor again, sighing*
Suspicion: Who are you two? -
*closes eyes, unable to talk at moment*
Suspicion: Wonderful. *less than enthusiastic* -
Insanity:*opens an eye sleepily, suddenly pauses, then tears up*
Suspicion: Great. Thank you, just thanks. *sighs*
*blood trickles off his lip, obviously close to death* -
*appears*
*throws Glory through a portal, silent*
*walks over to Pride*
*and without a word, curls up into his side, ignoring everyone else*
Tristitia: Did someone bring you here, or did you all leave on purpose? -
Suspicion: Pride asked us to leave with him.
Insanity:*crying silently, just stares at wall*
*opens an eye and glances down at Jaya silently* -
Tristy: ..Probably to get away, right? *looks over at Insanity* He's not sick too, is he?
..If you.. If you die for good, I won't forgive you. I won't forgive myself for being a b---- to you, either. So..
*sniffles, hugging him*
If you know a way to stay alive, tell us, and we'll do whatever it takes. -
I...wish I knew what was wrong with me, kid, I really do...but I don't...
Suspicion: No. He's just extremely depressed. He hasn't spoken since Pride became sick. -
..That's okay.
*puts a finger to his lips, trying to silence him*
*hugs*
We'll all try to die with you if you die and don't come back.. We'll always be together.
Tristy: I wonder what it is. How he got sick. -
Don't do that...*frowns*
Suspicion: I have no idea. I didn't know homunculi could get sick... -
Well, I for one.. I want to be with you always. So if dying works, then I'm gonna do it.
Tristy: Well, he's also a vampire, right? Vampires can get sick, can they not? -
No you're not. You're going to take care of your mom and siblings with Heima.
Suspicion: I guess so. -
..But.. She's gonna hate us if..
*trails*
*shakes head*
Fine.
Tristy: But there's always a cure. There's bound to be something that can help him.. Or stall.. Or something. -
Thank you... *covers mouth, coughs*
Suspicion: I don't know anything about vampires.. -
*closes eyes, fighting back tears*
You're welcome..
Tristy: Maybe he drank bad blood? Or he needs good stuff? Orrrrrrrrrrr he needs to get all of it out of his system so he's throwing it up?
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