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[numanstan]

[The first thing he notices when he wakes up is the air. It's so... clean. He'd almost grown used to the smell of poison. Almost. The second thing he notices is that he's still injured-- throat still scarred, arms still cut, blood still soaking through his clothes even though it's not but he knows it's there. The final thing he notices is that he's

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[thief_of_truth]

Vince! You made it!

[numanstan]

Reckon I did!

... Still hurt, though. Is that supposed to happen?

[thief_of_truth]

I don't know. I made it out without really getting too badly injured.

[numanstan]

... Lucky. You. [Can you feel his jealousy?]

I don't think we've been introduced properly.

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[steel_massifail]

[[Massimo sounds tired, a bit more mature, but incredibly relieved.]]

I-I'm going to come see you right now.

[[and he's going to RUN to Vince's house, then knock on the door.]]

[numanstan]

[Opening the door-- and he looks like absolute shit. His neck is covered in some pretty horrific, scarring chemical burns, and his right arm has two deep gashes in it. Be thankful that he took a shower beforehand.] Hi.

[steel_massifail]

[[too bad massimo HASN'T showered. his right hand is scab covered, he's a bit dirty and has some dirt, and he looks like all hell. it seems he hasn't slept in days.

but for massimo, the sight of vince like this drove him to tears.]]

...Who did this to you...?

[numanstan]

[He points to his throat, speaking tonelessly.] Hazmats. [Points to his arms, then pauses.] ... Sharks.

[a_gentle_boy]

Mr. Vince!

[He can't really say anything else he's so happy. He doesn't even care that his stomach is still turning, his throat is still raspy forget that they were back.]

[numanstan]

Lucas! Looks like we made it-- well, made it back to Mayfield, but it's better than nothin', yeah?

[a_gentle_boy]

Much better. I can't believe it. It seemed like we were there forever, but it was only a few days and we're finally back.

[numanstan]

Yeah...

Lucas, do y'still got your injuries from Westport?

[bbsatbyrobots]

V-Vince! You're...I..I'm...[And she goes back to what she's been doing since she woke up back in Mayfield: crying.]

[numanstan]

Flora... I'm... so sorry! I should've done somethin', oh my God... [Yeah guess who's started crying too. Mr. Manly over here.]

[bbsatbyrobots]

Y-you couldn't...You couldn't do anything. The milkman he--I--I didn't mean to!

[numanstan]

Shh, Flora, s'alright. It ain't your fault. [He pauses, because there is still a selfish, childish little part of his brain that does think it's her fault, but he's not going to let it win this time.] How're y'feelin'? Your injuries're gone, yeah?

[weaponsparked]

[Strained]

Not me.

[numanstan]

[hey guess who was watching over your not!daughter's corpse while you were slacking off slowly dying or some shit. asshole.] Nobody asked you.

[weaponsparked]

[He looked for her! And then passed out in the process! Jerk.]

Did too.

[numanstan]

[He's calling CPS on you. Bastard.] Y'ain't a "who!" You're a "what," at best!