We should go back, then. All of us, or as many people can. [ Norfinburians? ] See if it really was a one time occurrence or not.
And if they're not a collective hallucination - that has to mean something. There have to be answers there. According to lore, spirits stay behind because they have unfinished business, right?
[ She doesn't really know, but that sounds... feasible. ]
I'm not going back I'm done with hospitals and crowds and meeting up with people because MAYBE it'll be alright and MAYBE we'll get answers did Jay put you up to this
[ HEY A CRAP ATTACK SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA RIGHT ABOUT NOW ]
I've been trying to do some brainstorming about the sickness. Something tells me the Admin knows how to stop the spread; they just don't want to. But that doesn't mean they won't, not if we find them.
I'd tell you not to beat yourself up about it, but I think I know you well enough to know you still will. Just know I'm working on it. Or trying to, anyway.
So that means there's hope. We can find the - admin, tall thing, whatever. And then we kill it. [ Which is kind of what she's trying not to do recently, but it's extenuating circumstances. ] Or do whatever we have to do to get rid of it, if it can't be killed. We can do something.
Making mistakes means you're trying. And even if you are a "goddamn tool", I still like you. So beat yourself up if you have to, but try not to punch too hard.
Clarke if the admin is the tall thing we can't do ANYTHING in twenty years all I managed to do was get this stand up in its presence to make it leave Jay alone incredible, right? impressive as hell gonna start giving people lessons in the fine art of remaining upright in front of the creepy tall douche. I am the hero Norfinbury needs etc etc
That's twenty years alone, though. You've got a small army here. People who don't have the illness, too. Nothing's completely invulnerable, it can't be.
it's not human so maybe it CAN be invincible it'd be nice to think it isn't, though maybe next time I have trouble sleeping I'll just close my eyes and think about suplexing it or something the most daring dream of all
In stories, even seemingly invincible monsters have a weakness, right? Maybe there's a kernel of truth to that. Maybe there's one thing that can kill it.
[ The lack of a name or the wanting-to-find-Tim-ness. The guy has to keep his stalking skills sharp, after all.
Tim would ordinarily not even consider giving Creepy Hooded Guy his location. Stalking and pill-stealing are not funtimes, dammit. But... It's Brian. And he's almost out of pills anyway. And he said he was a friend.
Hurgh. ]
We're - we're back in the ice tunnels. Going to try and map out things beyond the hospital, so. He - he said he was a friend?
[Actually, Brian had said that Tim called him a friend, but it was the same thing to Alphonse. Surely if Tim called him a friend, then they were friends? And it was typed rather than said, but again that's a small discrepancy.]
He was... kind of confused, I think, but he seemed really eager to find you.
[It's a mark of how much he's slowly come to learn about Tim and this illness, that he doesn't immediately ask if anything could be done or offer to come and help.]
I'm... I'm really sorry. He must... he must at least still remember part of who he was, if he remembers that you're friends.
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