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[forthebothofus]

[Across the page comes a feminine but untidy scrawl.]

One question, Deior. Why. What the hell is the point. Save the others, fine, but I don't get why you bothered with me.

[Feelings are not something Abeni's ever been used to. She doesn't know how to handle them, how to react to them, or what to do. Back at home she had a purpose, a drive,

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[helluvachin]

[Oh no. Oh no no no. He does not like this kind of talk at all. He lost Iriel and he's not gonna lose Abeni too dammit.]

What are you talking about?

[forthebothofus]

[She laughs a little, but it's more dry than amused.]

It doesn't matter. Not like a thing I say gets heard anyway.

[helluvachin]

Abeni what's going on?

[forthebothofus]

[Nope. No reply. At least not yet. There is however the clink of a bottle as she takes another sip of scotch.]

[abstinentzombie]

What the fuck, are you complaining?

Who knows what possessed him to bring me here, but hey, at least you and I aren't dead.

[forthebothofus]

I don't give a fuck why he brought you here. I died back home. I've already had my fucking shot.

[Sorry Kloe, drunken Abeni gives no fucks.]

[abstinentzombie]

So congratulations. You have another one.

Death here doesn't really seem to matter, considering all the dead keep coming back.

[forthebothofus]

Don't fucking want it. Didn't get a damn choice.

Death back there meant something. Comparisons with real world and this shithole are pointless.