[it didn't take long - the sound of Question's voice drifting across the room was enough to stir him, and slowly he came up out of sleep, feeling heavy and odd, as though he'd slept longer than he should have. as he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the back of Question's couch ... which was strange. he'd heard that the castle put everyone who died back in their own rooms when they returned to life. he was pretty sure the Castle had done it out of spite, since he knew full well that Question was less than pleased with how things in the library had turned out. he wasn't about to apologize for it, though - confronting Joshua was something he'd known needed to be done. whatever was about to happen, he was pretty sure it wasn't going to end well, so he quietly resigned himself to it and rolled over so that he could sit up. it was only fair to let him have the first jab in things, after all]
[In all honesty, he didn't want a jab. He didn't want anything except to get this over and done with so he could move on. So it took him a long, long moment to formulate any kind of sentence that wasn't accusatory or cruel, but finally he found one. Simple, to the point, good enough. Levelling that sort of vague, blank, 'nothing-can-touch-me' look at him, he muttered, just loud enough: ]
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Get out.
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That's it. "Get out". ... Just going to sit there and be angry at me and keep it all to yourself? Doesn't make any sense. Not when I'm right here.
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I don't have anything to say to you. Get out.
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