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Ow.

Rude, missy. That hurt.

What's her name, anyway? The one who was being an election observer and isn't Thorne? (You there, by the way? Or was that legit?)

So yeah, I'm dead. Or Bagrat's dead. Whichever. Anyone want a pile of emergency cash while I still remember where he hides it?

And can someone do me a solid and drop by liminal space with some grub? Somehow I get the feeling I shouldn't go back out there anytime soon. Awkward questions.

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Bet you didn't break double digits all that often. We sure wouldn't've.

Holy shit is about right, yeah. The perks of seniority.

We never did before I died. Actually, when when we first put it up, we hadn't even broken single digits between one body and the other.

... I'm both really proud and kinda worrie, to be honest.

Hahaha, nice.

Worried? What's to worry about, if he can more than take care of himself?

[Even though everything is shit, she can't help but crack a smile at Xigbar/Braig's comment. He's awful... but hell, she's a monster too.]

We did our best. Did I ever tell you about the time I kali-ma'd a guy's heart from his chest? Our first night together as a team. We accidentally wound up with the corpse, so we were going to frame these other guys for organ theft.

... it's more I'm worried for other people, I guess.

You did what now? I gotta hear the rest of this.

That's a legit thing to worry about.

Okay. So. As you may have noticed, I really am a vampire. Our little group was all vampires. And we were supposed to get this operation by the Vampire Mob, the Giovanni, shut down. They were doing some shit in this warehouse. But before we were going off to do that, everyone who was hungry stopped to get someone to eat.

And, ah, someone overate and we got left with a corpse on our hands.

So someone suggested we should use our handy corpse to frame them for organ trafficking. So we cut off the dead guy's head and I ended up pulling the guy's heart out from his chest and we used the hole I'd made to get the other organs out, but because of various other fuck-ups, we never got to plant the body premises because it was on fire. Though I think Meg actually did leave the cooler full of organs there.

So we stuck my bowling ball in the guy's new chest cavity, rolled him up in plastic, and dumped him in the Hudson. And, like, I gave the head to my sire. I think he was planning on having it pilot a robot, but I dunno if he made it by the time we both died.

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That's an impressive chain of events. How'd you get the heart to stay put once you pulled it out? That was kinda a big issue for us.

You just put it somewhere that it's not gonna bounce or roll, really.

...You mean hearts where you come from are just...lumps of meat?

Weird.

Wait, they aren't where you come from?

As if! They're like, no one knows for sure but they contain all your feelings, that important shit, and if something happens to them? Serious trouble.

And they don't like staying still.

Holy shit. Your world is so weird and great.

Heh, thanks I guess. Not so great for investigative cardiology, though. How does your heart work? I saw Chouko's, but it wasn't in the best of conditions to put it mildly.

Yeah, I bet.

It's got two valves that pump blood and keep it moving all over your body and make sure your lungs get oxygen and stuff. Maybe I'll stop by a clinic before the jaunt's over and get you a pamphlet?

But that's it? So where do you keep your capacity for emotions and connection and stuff? Liver?

The brain, actually. I think. Liver's where we keep our ability to drink alcohol.

Really? My liver too! [Fake enthusiasm is super fake.]

Your brain doesn't look any bigger than mine. I wonder how it can do all this extra stuff. I mean, it's magic and metaphysics and whatnot, duh, but then it does exist in a place, so... biology was only my secondary field, really. And I have to admit that no one has answers for a lot of it. Sorry, Even.

Well, aren't they all just functions of the mind anyway? Emotions are mental. So are connections. At least I always thought they were. Do you guys, like, think with your hearts?

Nope, hearts are definitely not where the thinking goes on. It's all, like, instinct and the like. Thinking's a brain thing, or a mind thing, whatever you want to call it, but hearts are...different. And if you separate them out, they get antsy.

Huh. In my world I'm pretty sure that the brain does instinct as well as thinking, just in different parts.

Antsy how?

Antsy like, you know how ants are black and have antennae and move in an inexorable horde devouring everything in its path?

Almost exactly like that.

Wait, wait, what? Hearts do that where you come from? Holy shit.

Sometimes, yeah, when shit goes way off the rails. It's complicated.

Okay, but, like, are they like that in people's chests too or do they mutate somehow?

Nah, they're just hearts. Do I look like a giant black ant to you? But overexposure to Darkness or major trauma can really mess them up. And then they mess more hearts up. It's a recursive thing.

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