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[fuckyousoleil]

[In the center of camp, there is a bulletin board. Beneath the bulletin board is a large medical kit. Much like the other two, it has a number pasted on the side in medical tape - "VII." It's also filled to the brim with what one would expect from a med kit. However, unlike the other two, this kit is already open, making today's print out

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[thekingsgambit]

Considering that the doctor continues to deposit these medical kits, I imagine there is some means of actually combating this thing that has yet to be included in these stories.

[thekingsgambit]

[Sigh. Definitely getting edgier.]

It is... a similar principle but a different effect.

[recordeadpan]

[... clicks

sill gonna make you say it though.]

[thekingsgambit]

[NO]

Do you... understand then?

[recordeadpan]

Not really.

[thekingsgambit]

[Glancing away again and clenching at the fabric on the side of his pants.]

Put simply, you are - sharing your body with another's mind. Those periods you cannot remember are when... the other one is in control. The pain is most likely the result of warring the conscious.

[recordeadpan]

...

Who?

[thekingsgambit]

... Does it truly matter?

[recordeadpan]

... No. I trust you.

[thekingsgambit]

[Turns back to, unable to find any words of use. Or the capability to force them out.]

Ah...

[recordeadpan]

...

[thekingsgambit]

... I am... sorry for what happened to you...

[recordeadpan]

Was it your fault?

[thekingsgambit]

What?

[recordeadpan]

Are you actually responsible?

[thekingsgambit]

No...

It is not the same thing.