[Voice Post]

[priorpyro]

[Axel is leaning against a tree in the forest, arms crossed over his chest, eyes focused on the ground somewhere in front of him. He speaks in a quiet voice to the crow nearby.]

Well-played.

[He closes his eyes for a minute and holds his arm out, inviting the crow to jump up on it; when he opens his eyes again, his features are schooled into their

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[songofthedeep]

Welcome back, mate.

[priorpyro]

Thanks, fishstick. [smile] ...I wasn't gone too long this time, was I?

[songofthedeep]

I don't know, I was dead before you. Remember? Looks like we got back the same day.

PRIVATE

Listen, Harry told me what happened. You all right?

PRIVATE

[priorpyro]

[Axel's expression turns neutral] And what did Harry say, exactly?

[rentawizard]

So you should be. Blood stains are just impossible.

[Dry laugh]

Nope, you're good. You don't even have to be stuck in a cabin with me any more.

[priorpyro]

To be fair, I hadn't expected you to be so quick on your feet with the way you were wobbling around... I expected to be a nice, empty shell by the time you got there.

[a shrug and a grin] Whoopsie.

[rentawizard]

Well, you screwed up. How can you screw up cutting your throat? It's like the single easiest way to kill yourself, provided you've got the guts.

Speaking of, why exactly did you feel the need to smash up your room and cut yourself open with broken glass? Doesn't seem like something you do on a whim, really.

[priorpyro]

I don't have the benefit of years and years of expertise, Inspector. A pulse is still kind of a novelty to me. Still got the job done, though, didn't I? It just wasn't as... neat.