[The PCD is laying on the ground next to Frau's leg. The angle cuts off most of his face and captures the bright green of the tree he is leaning against. There isn't much sound, only that of shaky labored breathing. Frau shifts, fumbling for a cigarette, but ends up dropping it. It lands on the PCD. He goes to grab it and notices that the red
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[It made him feel strange: A mixture of frustration and pride. He had sunk to the level of the idiot prince or Master, but...]
[Well, this certainly proved he was powerful.]
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I don't understand how smoking those gross things will help.
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The nicotine helps calm the nerves. [Not that it really affected him much. It was more for the feeling of familiarity for him.]
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But it'll kill you eventually.
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Everything'll kill you eventually. Might as well live while you can.
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[Though he's not sure he wants to live for a long time here himself.]
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[He's not sure if he's happy about this fact.]
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[It was those stupid Animus screwing with the natural order, wasn't it? Not that he could talk. He'd died before too.]
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[He's saying it quite casually, but it's clear he doesn't like talking about it.]
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You okay?
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Shouldn't I be the one asking that question in this situation? Even though I don't really want to.
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[He stares for a moment or two. This definitely was not the same person he had met with before.]
I'm alright. I'll be alright. Hey Fran, can I ask you a question?
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[Denying that it affected him to this level is easier for him. It's an easy escape.]
Ah, okay. What is it?
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[Not gonna pull any punches here.]
Why did you play mind tricks on so many people?
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