[Week 2] Late late late evening 321

[breakaleginhalf]

[The voice that chimes in on the network is tired, and aching, and a whole host of other things Gil is very obviously holding back only tenuously.]

Someone needs... can someone go check on Matthew. Please. Liminal Space. He's...

[A long silence.]

...I dunno if he's-- he's not cavosophia. He's not. [It almost sounds more like he's reassuring himself.] But I-- ...Ghalib hurt him.

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[capital_asset]

What happened?

[Private; Protection II]

I'm not going to ask if you're all right, since that seems rather obvious.

[youandyoualone]

Ah.

Should we be looking for Ghalib's corpse, then?

[He's ASSUMING that someone lost their head and decided that murder was the best solution.]

[lightnovelexperiences]

I’m getting you a drink at Yomi after this. Cause I can’t pay for your therapy.

...It’s super crystal fucking clear that you don’t deserve being Ghalib. [And on this note she sounds fucking relieved.]

[dragoonrouge]

I shall go and make sure that Matthew is alright, Gil. [Q'uila's tone is calm and soothing] Would you like one of us to come and get you from where you are?

[desperate_times_right]

Jesus Christ man, you just got me yesterday.

[happyhalloween]

Am I gonna have to stab someone else now?

[Maria.]