Thirty-Eighth Drop: emo vodka (video/actionpost)

[spiritofsorrow]

[Sorrow is sitting in a corner of the Blue Light bar, drinking vodka. Straight vodka. He stopped by the Welcome Center earlier, but still, it wasn't enough to calm his mind. He didn't want to get drunk in front of Penny, and this wasn't usually his way of dealing with things, but...right now, he didn't want to think about it, and his Russian

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[wishsrequiem]

Since alcohol consumption aids in uplifting your spirits...

[spiritofsorrow]

It mostly aids in not feeling the empty sense, so much.

[wishsrequiem]

Of course. Until the next morning.

[spiritofsorrow]

Yes, I know. It isn't a vice that I indulge often.

[hidesinrestroom]

Really. I never knew the COBRA unit was capable of sounding like regular people.

[spiritofsorrow]

We're all just normal people. We've been through a lot, but you think Joy didn't ever despair? That Fear and Fury never had their troubles and worries? That Pain and End couldn't falter?

We're not gods, we're not perfect, and we're not machines. We're just five men and one woman and all human.

[hidesinrestroom]

I haven't known any of them for very long, considering I'm fairly certain only the Fury and the Boss remain.

[spiritofsorrow]

...And soon none of them will. The Fury will die defending the passage to Grozniy Grad. The Boss is still alive...but I believe that she, too, will die to Jack's hand. He is strong, and he will accomplish his mission. Just as she did two years ago.

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[horrible_penny]

I'm sorry... I didn't know you were feeling this low, Sorrow.

It's not that bad here, is it?

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[spiritofsorrow]

Penny. No, no, you're here, it isn't as bad as it could be.

Don't feel bad. Not for me. Never for me. I help you, I shouldn't even really be here, right here, right now.

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[horrible_penny]

You're not making a lot of sense, and I'm pretty sure you'll be looking for hangover cures tomorrow.

Hey, none of us should really be here, right? But we are, and since we can't do anything about it, we should make the most of it. Enjoy life here, even it's hard sometimes.

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[spiritofsorrow]

Maybe.

The...the tablets. Found them?

[Voice]

[whattingawhat]

There's an academy here. Can you study literature and history there?

And I don't think is Hell. I mean...I've sorta been in one and this is too...nice for Hell.

[Voice]

[spiritofsorrow]

Maybe. Maybe I could. But this place changes things. And the man I left behind to fight in the war is the man who would study that. Now, I'm just an old soldier, and this place does nothing to rid me of that. I wouldn't take any of it back.

Hell doesn't have to be fire and brimstone. It can be something that chews at you, never leaves you alone, breaks you down.

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[whattingawhat]

So you find something else to do? Something this man would would?

No. I know that. I just mean. Hell is sort of one of those places without hope. This place works really hard to keep our hope up. Or at least it seems like it does to me.

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[spiritofsorrow]

I'm not so sure what I would do, here. Work with the police, possibly. Gather some kind of real defense for the City. I'm not sure.

Does this place have any real hope? It raises us up only to tear us to the ground again.

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[o_tea_p]

I think you have had enough spirits. But I would be glad to join you in a cup of tea.

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[spiritofsorrow]

This is a cultural, [he pauses; he's clearly drunk], a cultural way of dealing with the world. Soviet.

Tea. Tea won't help. You can't know, can't...

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[o_tea_p]

I know better than you might think. My world is torn apart by war, and I am to blame. But my son was the one to pay the price. Liquor won't change that.

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[spiritofsorrow]

...I don't even know where my son is. Born on the field...stolen away. During a war like that.

Tea, yes. Where? I'll tell you more.