[It takes him a moment to remember who 'they' are, and he's not sure if that's who's responsible, but the Haftesal scientists are as good a group to blame as anyone.]
When I came home everyone was unresponsive, like I was in September. They're awake, now. I'm not alone, at least.
INLAND EMPIRE - (When he was asleep you could pretend that he was still there.)
it’s the worst thing in the fucking world
INLAND EMPIRE - (There is nothing worse than an empty home. Deafening negative space where people should be. Everytime you walked into your apartment it was like she left you all over again. His bed is empty so you sleep on it.)
[What do I do? What am I supposed to do?]
HALF LIGHT - (The only thing you know. Brutal fucking murder.)
EMPATHY - (Food. It’s what you bring to funerals. No one wants to cook after losing someone.)
[He has to stop for a moment and think--he's terrible at answering this kind of question, because he always defaults to saying he's fine, he doesn't need anything. Truth is, even though he can't speak for the others, he himself isn't 'fine.'
But he doesn't really know what he needs.]
I don't know. Maybe some company. We could meet somewhere?
[A quick glance at a clock tells him it's pretty much nighttime, now, so it's safe to go out. He sends the locations of a couple spots relatively near to the castle.]
I'm good, I've eaten.
[Which... isn't entirely true, but he's done so recently enough that he's got a couple more days to Not Think About It before it starts to gnaw at him.]
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< AGhostOfTheManIWas >
When I came home everyone was unresponsive, like I was in September.
They're awake, now. I'm not alone, at least.
<t_sunset>
That’s fucking scary
< AGhostOfTheManIWas >
And kind of depressing, too.
They say being awake around sleeping people is one of the loneliest feelings in the world. I'm inclined to agree.
<t_sunset>
it’s the worst thing in the fucking world
INLAND EMPIRE - (There is nothing worse than an empty home. Deafening negative space where people should be. Everytime you walked into your apartment it was like she left you all over again. His bed is empty so you sleep on it.)[What do I do? What am I supposed to do?]
HALF LIGHT - (The only thing you know. Brutal fucking murder.)
EMPATHY - (Food. It’s what you bring to funerals. No one wants to cook after losing someone.)
do you need anything? any of you?
< AGhostOfTheManIWas >
I
[He has to stop for a moment and think--he's terrible at answering this kind of question, because he always defaults to saying he's fine, he doesn't need anything. Truth is, even though he can't speak for the others, he himself isn't 'fine.'
But he doesn't really know what he needs.]
I don't know.
Maybe
some company.
We could meet somewhere?
<t_sunset>
ok
monster run businesses probably don’t want me in them
How about a park
have you eaten? I can handle it
< AGhostOfTheManIWas >
[A quick glance at a clock tells him it's pretty much nighttime, now, so it's safe to go out. He sends the locations of a couple spots relatively near to the castle.]
I'm good, I've eaten.
[Which... isn't entirely true, but he's done so recently enough that he's got a couple more days to Not Think About It before it starts to gnaw at him.]