[The video clicks on at a skewed angle - Ariadne obviously set it down on a table or something. All anyone can see are two pairs of legs, sitting on a slick, modern sofa in Arthur's cabin. Ariadne's jeans, worn and wrinkled, her feet bare. And, of course, Arthur's immaculately-tailored suit pants, his feet in expensive shoes. They're clearly
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It's--
[He winces, closing his eyes, trying to take his mind away from the pain blasting through his skull, almost like he'd been--]
Nothing, it's nothing. I don't know-- fuck!
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No-- [He lets out a short gasp, as another wave of the same explosive pain bursts through his head.] No, no... [He's shaking his head. The protests are more against the pain than her suggestion, and he seems to realize he's not really making any sense.] Get a doctor.
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Then Ariadne is back.] Can you come to Arthur's cabin, or can you send someone? I - I don't know what's going on, but he's in a lot of pain, and I don't think I can get him to the infirmary... [She's nearly in tears as she says this, she's so distressed.]
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What's wrong with him?
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People have been... [Pause while he goes to quickly trawl through the network some.] A lot of random pain's been coming out of nowhere lately. Probably part of whatever the fuck else is going on.
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I appreciate the concern.
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Is he in the infirmary?
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Yeah, he's there now. Resting.
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