[ hi he's in the medbay just vibing with his acid burns and missing leg. looks like the port on his prosthetic has been removed and replaced with something sleeker at least, less confining, though there's no leg to be seen anywhere. ]
[ a glance down. he started looking at the her-mes--on occasion. guess they're heading into the endgame. time to lose anything the infection could use against them. ]
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W6 THURSDAY
... Thanks for earlier. Again.
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[ a glance down. he started looking at the her-mes--on occasion. guess they're heading into the endgame. time to lose anything the infection could use against them. ]
You've patched me up. Fair is fair.
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[ just kind of yawns a little and settles back onto this slightly crooked cot with his hands folding over his stomach now. ]
You're a good man, Nodd.
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[ concerned eyebrows. clasped hands. ]
You have a concussion on top of everything else.
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Yeah? Down to where?
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It would hide itself through song... erase the memory of its existence...
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[ nodd can guess two ways, neither of which are friendly to living beings post-vore ]
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[ eugh. ]