THIRTY-TWO : ...

[wristsniper]

You are all the biggest bunch of useless idiots I have ever had the displeasure of being trapped with. Do you learn nothing?

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[hop_toit_udonge]

Now now, no need to rub salt in fresh wounds, dear.

[wristsniper]

They should know better.

[hop_toit_udonge]

Well they certainly know now if nothing else.

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[wristsniper]

Belatedly.

Complete fools, Eirin. How can i turn these people into a resistance?

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[hop_toit_udonge]

Well I for one wouldn't mind you staying here a bit longer.

In all seriousness, though, please do not stress over this. It's a loss, yes. But not one that cannot be recovered from. Would you like me to do something for your nerves? I can make some coffee-based medicine you may take well.

FILTERED; Eirin ought to do it anyway.

[wristsniper]

...Don't say that.

I don't need any sort of artificial hindrances right now. Or sedatives. What if this escalates? Do you truly want me out of commission?

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[hop_toit_udonge]

It's all herbal. No sedatives. But even you must admit you are more effective when your nerves aren't getting the best of you. So please...

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[wristsniper]

[Loooooooooooooong silence. I refuse to list what she's thinking.]

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[hop_toit_udonge]

-She can wait.-

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[wristsniper]

I'll come to you.

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[hop_toit_udonge]

You know where to find me.

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[wristsniper]

Mm.

[She'll head over; she looks a little calmed, if frustrated, by the time she gets here. It's pretty obvious by the way she's holding her shoulders that she did a DO NOT OBSERVE WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND YOU walk as she traveled.]

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[hop_toit_udonge]

-A little calmer, but still...-

A moment of honesty? You look terrible, dear. Come inside.

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[wristsniper]

Nonsense. I look like any soldier at war does.

[But she does go inside, glancing around briefly to see if any patients are left. She's sticking rather close to Eirin.]

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[hop_toit_udonge]

I was married to a soldier once. It still looks terrible.

-Most of them were gone by the time Olivier had shown up, thankfully. Eirin sort of guides her friend into another room, away from the others.-

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[wristsniper]

That's bias speaking.

[Good thing they were gone; Olivier might have glared them all the rest of the way to death. When they get in the room, Olivier leans against the wall like a terrible houseguest.

Quietly.]