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[dark_eyed_fae]

Davey's back in the nexus, looking somewhat the worse for wear. There's a bandage around one shoulder, and the other has a nasty, jagged-looking scar that goes halfway across his chest. Which one can tell because he's only wearing a pair of swimming trunks; this is not a planned visit.

"Well, this was unexpected," he mutters. After a  moment, he sighs and, looking rather morose, asks, "What do you do when most of your friends and role models are suddenly gone?"