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[forthebothofus]

Deior. Your party wasn't all that bad. Could do without the extra crap at the end next time, got it?

[There's little kindness in her words. Abeni is not impressed with what went on, and what's still going on.]

Anyone out there that needs help? I'm no healer, but I'm offering anyway.

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[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

[Zachariah stares at his feet. This is something he never got used to, no matter who many people he's killed himself.]

All those bodies. I can't get them out of my head.

[forthebothofus.livejournal.com]

[Abeni watches him for a moment and nods. She knows exactly how he feels.]

Yeah. I... It's good in a way that you're not used to it.

[When loss of life doesn't trigger a response, something is very wrong.]

Means you're still human. Still got your heart.

[helluvachin.livejournal.com]

I know.

[It's strange to feel grateful that he feels horrified at the sight of a body, but Abeni's right. He still remembers the face of everyone he killed in Deadworld. The day he forgets them, the day he no longer cares about a dead body, is the day he becomes the very thing he fights against.]

But I can't do anything for them. All I can do is sit and watch...or hide.