[Lockon is sitting at a bed---Allelujah's, since the younger Meister dragged his comafied ass over there after the Skeith encounter. He's holding his forehead with one hand, groaning.]
Christ. My head hurts. How long was I...
[A pause, and muttering, too low to really hear most of.]
You never learn, do you, Neil? Damnit. You'd think that after
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Are you all right?
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Hm? What do you mean?
Yeah. Headache, but I'll be fine.
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[Closes his eyes for a moment, opens them again, and then smacks Lockon upside the head.]
That's for worrying me. Us. Whatever.
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Ow. ...yeah, I deserved that, I know.
What do you mean, us...?
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Hey there, long time no see. What's up?
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Hn.
...Something's wrong?
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[He was hoping it would be a little longer.]
You don't have to worry about my friend. He's gone.
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[He peers at Russia. Trying to place face, trying to place face...]
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[He just grins in that absent way of his.]
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...Tch.
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