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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]

[kepthishead]

I rejected it.

[pieta_au_lait]

... which killed you.

[kepthishead]

And it.

[pieta_au_lait]

Then, how did it come back?

[kepthishead]

Maybe because I'm back.

[pieta_au_lait]

Oh no...

[kepthishead]

...it'll be all right.

[pieta_au_lait]

You don't know that for sure.

[kepthishead]

I will make it all right.

[pieta_au_lait]

... if you need help, ask.

[kepthishead]

I will.

[pieta_au_lait]

[squeezes his hand]

[kepthishead]

[he returns it, though blushing omg it's a girl holding my hand]

[pieta_au_lait]

[... that is so cute, smiling]

[kepthishead]

So are you all right now?