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[imperial_ray]

...I...I...

Johnny, please come home soon. I feel sick. Like how I was...when you found me.

(( ooc: Guess who found the body... Also, NOW THIS POST IS IN THE RIGHT PLACE! ))

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[toothsomehound]

Miss Dizzy! Are you all right?

[imperial_ray]

There was...a lot of blood...still is. On me.

[toothsomehound]

Well, then, Miss Dizzy. You are a good, practical girl. The first thing to do, after you are someplace safe, is to wash the blood off.

Are you alone? Do you need somebody?

[imperial_ray]

I tried. I washed and washed...it won't come off. It's like last time. With the doctors.

The night librarian is here...he's ignoring me.

[toothsomehound]

Very well. Sometimes blood is stubborn like that. You must wait it out, Dizzy. After all, you are a human being and it is but blood.

I think you should get someplace safer than a library.

[imperial_ray]

Human...right.

I'm not leaving. I don't want to go outside. Not without Johnny.

[toothsomehound]

Humanity is but a state of mind, Dizzy.

Very well. I am under the impression that he will be there for you very soon. Hold tight, Dizzy. He comes.

[imperial_ray]

...What do you mean?

[toothsomehound]

On which account, Dizzy?

[imperial_ray]

The humanity.

[toothsomehound]

I mean precisely what I said, Dizzy. Humanity is how you think of yourself. If you are with people in heart and soul, as you are, no matter what else has happened to you, you are human. There is nothing better than that, though the divinity of humanity is largely ignored.

[imperial_ray]

I...see.

[toothsomehound]

Do you, Miss Dizzy? Perhaps you should dwell upon what it means for yourself a bit more, when you find the time.