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[kepthishead]

[So this one day in a zombie farm, Elliot Nightray watched as his girlfriend set herself on fire and then got decapitated, tried to form a contract with yet another eldritch abomination, got himself blown up and torn apart for his troubles and then he made yet another Good Decision: promising Oz Vessalius that he would be available to tell him

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[pieta_au_lait]

[has also just gotten cleaned up, sitting nearby]

[pieta_au_lait]

Are you mad at me?

[kepthishead]

No. I'm angry at myself.

[pieta_au_lait]

Why?

[kepthishead]

You needed me and all I could think about was how you had died the same way as everyone else I've seen die.

[pieta_au_lait]

[nods]

I don't expect you to be perfect--and telling me that explains a lot.

[kepthishead]

There was a fire, when they died. Both times. I can't even look at fire larger than a candle without feeling dizzy. That, the ... the decapitation ... it was very, very similar.

[pieta_au_lait]

[D:]

... I didn't know. About the fire.

[kepthishead]

That's because I don't tell people about it. It's a stupid weakness, and one I have to overcome.

[pieta_au_lait]

It's not stupid.

[kepthishead]

Whatever it is, it is still something I have to overcome.

[pieta_au_lait]

... I want to help you.

[kepthishead]

...all right. It is your ability, after all. It'd be under your control.

[pieta_au_lait]

Maybe not right away, but... when you're ready. I'd like to.

[kepthishead]

All right. After all, it's not out of control.

[pieta_au_lait]

Right.

[...]

Vanessa was... very upset.