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[muchadoabout]

Umm, hello. It's me, Nothing, and I'm busy right now. Leave a message please, and I'll call you back.

Thanks?

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[muchadoabout]

[That was a relief. He'd heard that, nodded at the answer and felt relieved that it was true.] What was it like?

[She's not the first friend he had killed without wanting to. He wanted to hear that it wasn't so horrible.]

[yearrounder]

I don't know. It was like...going to sleep, I guess. Only way more terrifying.

[muchadoabout]

Why was it terrifying?

[yearrounder]

Because I've never died before? I've come close, but...it's never actually happened. And Tartarus was not fun, I'd rather not experience that again.

[muchadoabout]

You didn't experience it, right?

It was just dying that freaked you out, though? Not the sensation? [That's about the best he can hope for.]

[yearrounder]

Tartarus? Not this time, no.

I don't know. Maybe both I guess.

[muchadoabout]

Okay.

[He goes quiet for a moment. Poor Laine.]

You sure you're okay now?

[yearrounder]

As far as I can tell. Are you?

[muchadoabout]

Yeah, I'm normal again.

[yearrounder]

Wait, what?

[muchadoabout]

Normal for me. You know, not feeling like a human.

[yearrounder]

Nope. You're not getting out of explaining that.

[muchadoabout]

If I don't drink blood I feel like a human.

[yearrounder]

Oh. Then I'm glad you're feeling better?

[muchadoabout]

You too.

Thank you.

[yearrounder]

You're welcome.