"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."
You can take half of mine if you miss them. I get kind of sick of them.
[ Tired, bitter. It might not be so bad if they were at least lucid, but it feels like falling for the same prank over and over when he doesn’t realize until he jolts awake in a cold sweat that his own mind had been harassing him yet again.
It doesn’t help when the same themes are repeated in an endless, annoying loop. ]
Oh, not being killed. The bit in between. The nothing time, that you don't remember. Sleeping without dreaming is just like death.
[ Anyway, on that cheery note, he's finishing his breakfast tea and getting up from the table. ]
Eat up! Let's get this ward done, shall we?
[ From there, he'll let Junpei lead him to the place he wants to set up a panic room. The actual blood withdrawal is a lot easier than real life phlebotomy, with necromancy and all; there's no pain at all when he opens Junpei and draws out what he needs, paints it clean and careful into a spiral and adds a fixative to prevent oxidization. It's really only the work of a moment, a bright quick flash of blood magic, and then he's sitting Junpei down all whole again and getting him water to replenish his fluids, giving him instructions on taking care of himself for the rest of the day and not working too hard while he's suffering from blood loss. ]
Treat yourself like a patient, okay? Call House or me if you feel faint.
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I'm sure it does.
[ Mild, not too judgemental. Junpei has spent the night in a bed and now he's eating food, so he's doing as well as he could be. ]
It's been a long time since I've dreamed. Unless you count whatever that was in the Void.
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[ Tired, bitter. It might not be so bad if they were at least lucid, but it feels like falling for the same prank over and over when he doesn’t realize until he jolts awake in a cold sweat that his own mind had been harassing him yet again.
It doesn’t help when the same themes are repeated in an endless, annoying loop. ]
Just having plain sleep sounds like a luxury.
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[ The vulnerability of unconsciousness. ]
Feels too much like dying.
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[ Anything but slow and peaceful. He’s being flippant about it in the moment, but it’s definitely not something he wishes to repeat. ]
timeskips a little to wrap this
[ Anyway, on that cheery note, he's finishing his breakfast tea and getting up from the table. ]
Eat up! Let's get this ward done, shall we?
[ From there, he'll let Junpei lead him to the place he wants to set up a panic room. The actual blood withdrawal is a lot easier than real life phlebotomy, with necromancy and all; there's no pain at all when he opens Junpei and draws out what he needs, paints it clean and careful into a spiral and adds a fixative to prevent oxidization. It's really only the work of a moment, a bright quick flash of blood magic, and then he's sitting Junpei down all whole again and getting him water to replenish his fluids, giving him instructions on taking care of himself for the rest of the day and not working too hard while he's suffering from blood loss. ]
Treat yourself like a patient, okay? Call House or me if you feel faint.