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[numanstan]

[The first thing he notices when he wakes up is the air. It's so... clean. He'd almost grown used to the smell of poison. Almost. The second thing he notices is that he's still injured-- throat still scarred, arms still cut, blood still soaking through his clothes even though it's not but he knows it's there. The final thing he notices is that he's

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[thief_of_truth]

Vince! You made it!

[numanstan]

Reckon I did!

... Still hurt, though. Is that supposed to happen?

[thief_of_truth]

I don't know. I made it out without really getting too badly injured.

[numanstan]

... Lucky. You. [Can you feel his jealousy?]

I don't think we've been introduced properly.

[thief_of_truth]

"Yeah... I feel pretty bad that I couldn't really do much to help. Everyone else there was so brave."

[She's feeling and sounding pretty guilty.]

"Oh! Um, my name's Kay. Kay Faraday."

[numanstan]

Less brave and more incredibly, incredibly daft-- 'least on my part.

Vince Noir. Nice to meet you. Wish it'd been under better circumstances.

[thief_of_truth]

Nice to meet you, Vince. Maybe we can hang out sometime now that we're not running for our lives.