[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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[breakaleginhalf]

Dying is so much easier to handle than...

[Than living with the fact he tried turned two people he considered friends into mindless Stepford Slaves.]

...anything they wanna do to him, I can deal.

[fearinahandfulof]

I know. But that presumes they will kill him.

[breakaleginhalf]

If it's physical, I'm fine. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

If it's mental, I can just tap out. Let him deal with it.

[fearinahandfulof]

Unless they decide to hollow him.

[breakaleginhalf]

He deserves it.

[fearinahandfulof]

Maybe, but do you?

[breakaleginhalf]

[The long silence is probably telling.]

Shit happens.

[fearinahandfulof]

Yes, it does.

[You're not fooling her at all, Gil.]