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[reprehensiblity]

*there's a door slam, and Komui, half covered in dried blood, steps out into the hall. There's a rather large hole in the middle of his shirt, directly over top a raw patch on his chest; a similar spot covers most of his neck. He looks rather nonchalant for someone so covered in blood.*

... Not so bad the second time, is it

Comments

[kanda_da]

[frowns while taking in the calm expression and the excessive blood]

Tch, what happened to you? Another Noah massacre?

[reprehensiblity]

Yep.

Two of them ganged up on me.

... Suppose I had it coming for me, though.

[kanda_da]

What, you were in the wrong room at the wrong time? That's all it seems to take around here.

[reprehensiblity]

Nah, I badly injured one of them a while ago. He wanted revenge.

[kanda_da]

Che, I hope that murdering you once is good enough for him then.

[reprehensiblity]

It probably was, I was too dead to know for sure but I'm guessing that he was quite happy once I was dead.

[kanda_da]

So we really do come back to life if we're killed here? How long does it take? What does it feel like to be dead, anyway?

[reprehensiblity]

Ask a lot of questions, don't you? Yes. This is the second time I've been killed, actually. It depends, I think. ... Actually I don't know how long it's been. ... It doesn't feel like anything, actually. It's not like being asleep. Everything fades out and them bam, I'm awake again. I don't actually remember being dead, just the dying.

[kanda_da]

I have to ask questions. No Komui called me in for a briefing when I got here, and nobody else seems to know anything.

[reprehensiblity]

I don't know much either. I only know about the dying thing because I experienced it, plenty of other people could have told you about it, too. Of course no one called you in for a briefing; this isn't a mission.