PC: Richie

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[His mouth drops open as if to respond.

then he lets it drift back shut again, blinking distantly.]

...No. No, whatever it was...It's not gonna follow us here. I don't think.

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It won't? Are you certain?

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...I don't know how much of it was real.

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... Your wounds look very real, I am sorry to say...

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Yeah, and Jing Yuan stopped in to finish off the guy that finished me.

So what am I supposed to make of that?

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Huh?

... I beg your pardon?

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Jing Yuan was there.

...And so was Marcoh. And a guy from my home, who for sure and for shit had no business being in some supernatural battlefront.

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Marcoh was? How strange. I thought he'd arrived with the rest of us...

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See?

It doesn't add up. It happened, but it doesn't make sense at all.

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[ ... hm. well. she nods... in a kind of apprehensive way. she's getting the picture, but the picture is not entirely coherent. ]

May I ask... what happened to your arm?

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[This cows him some. Makes him look paler still, avert his eyes.]

...I pissed the wrong guy off. He took it out on me with...a lot of enthusiasm.

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[ ah. however it happened, she can imagine it was horrifying. ]

And then... it was Jing Yuan who came to your aid?

[ if she's following this right...? ]