Thirteenth rebirth- [audio]

[neverquitedies]

Another year.

[There is a pause there, so long that some people may assume that the PCD has just clicked off.]

It's... not the same as all the ones before it. I hope everyone-

[Another quiet pause.]

..um.

[Deep breath. He has to remember what he was saying.]I... I hope everyone has a good year. Even if it is- in this place. We'll... yes,

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[eatingurshoes]

...You okay, stranger?

[neverquitedies]

Ah... yes, I- yes, of course.

[eatingurshoes]

It sure doesn't sound like it.

[neverquitedies]

Just a little... I'm- it's nothing.

[eatingurshoes]

Just a little...?

Bloated?

[neverquitedies]

I don't think that's quite it. But maybe a possibility.

[private]

[eatingurshoes]

You don't?

Then maybe you're just a bit too... Long-lasting? Permanent? Perenial?

...

Immortal?

[private]

[neverquitedies]

...why would you say something like that?

[Normally, he'd react with a bit more finesse, but he's definitely not himself lately.]

[private]

[eatingurshoes]

[Ling is perfectly fine with that.]

Because I'm worried about your well-being, of course.

And it seemed appropriately dramatic.

[private]

[neverquitedies]

...of course. I appreciate the concern, but I doubt any of those are correct.

[private]

[eatingurshoes]

Are you really going to insist on that?

[private]

[neverquitedies]

Are you calling me a liar?

[private]

[eatingurshoes]

An evader, perhaps. One who isn't willing to share.

[private]

[neverquitedies]

Perhaps you're simply too suspicious.

[private]

[eatingurshoes]

Or you're too cautious.

[private]

[neverquitedies]

I'm a priest, sir. I don't have anything to be cautious about, lest the demons of Hell surface into this place.