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[majorum_pride]

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[Rhade just got done with a slightly unusual game of chess with Brax. He was given chess pieces made of ice that could melt so that the game had to be completed in a certain amount of time, and he knows that Braxiatel's hands are cooler so he admires that he came up with such a subtle and inventive way to gain an

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[majorum_pride]

T'Pol offered, but I'm not opposed to you coming as well.

[And then he's going to die. Well-played, Brax. Well-played. But he'll wake up in the infirmary with his chest, head, and hands hurting.]

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[majorum_pride]

I'm fine. My head hurts. My chest a little. [His hands a lot.] But I'm fine.

I'm only concerned that I might have some allergies. I'll have those looked into. [Bad genes are bad.]

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[majorum_pride]

Asphyxiation. [That pretty much covers it to him.]

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[majorum_pride]

I have a peculiar anatomy. There's not much I'm allergic or susceptible to. But I would like to be checked for allergies nontheless.

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[majorum_pride]

I had breakfast. I went to the gym. I went to my dinner shift. I played a game of chess. I went to see the flowers when T'Pol offered to accompany me.

[He's not about to implicate Braxiatel, but with his history in their memory altered reality, he wouldn't argue with the conclusion it was possible that he did it to himself.]

As for anything else, there's much I choose not to say.

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[majorum_pride]

I was speaking generally.

But that's about the extent of it. I woke up. I had breakfast. I went to the gym. I played a game of chess. I wanted to see the garden. I greeted T'Pol. I stopped breathing in the garden. I felt dizzy. I lost conciousness. I woke up in the infirmary.

[Normally it would take him nearly fifteen minutes to lose conciousness from oxygen deprivation.]

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[majorum_pride]

That's why I want to be checked for allergies. [Because Braxiatel miiiight be pulling his leg like he did with the banana peel. Though his hands are aching. And if his DNA sucks he wants to know about it.] Tomorrow I can manage my way out of the infirmary to show you where I was at. Or T'Pol if she's willing.

I don't want to talk much about it. It's extremely personal.

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[majorum_pride]

I failed to survive. And considering the state in which I returned the case can be better made that I'm simply continuing to not do so. I've become a poor excuse for a Nietzschean. If I can't manage on my own I don't deserve having this life renewed.

And as Harper keenly noted, my genes are already put to better use. If you're concerned, do as you like.