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[no_afterword]

[this is a somewhat sharp and irritated-sounding dragon on the line today, edel. don't you feel lucky. if you're a good listener, you might hear residual tiredness in there, too.]Desmond Miles. You are lined up for a therapy later tonight. I expect full cooperation. If you want a recommendation, don't eat or drink much today

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[attunes]

[gee, swell] Really? Do you guys just pick names out of a hat or something?

[pause, considering] What are we going to be doing?

[no_afterword]

That was the old method.

Oh, I'd hate to ruin the surprise by telling you.

[attunes]

Hilarious.

Since when is therapy supposed to be a surprise?

[no_afterword]

You think I'm joking.

Less a surprise, then, and more an avoidance of unnecessary stress. I tell you now, and you'll spend the rest of the day fretting over what's going to happen. I don't, and you spend time just wondering what will happen.

[whatsatisfiesme]

Don't eat or drink?

What, did the doctors make you the asylum's new dietician?

[no_afterword]

It's merely a suggestion. He doesn't have to obey.

[whatsatisfiesme]

I don't know...no one gets much to eat here, anyway. Unless you're just telling him to starve...

[no_afterword]

That would be counterproductive to the healing process.