{ abaxcity }

[gleans]

Hey -- can we please just recap? So when I'm barely fucking done being sixteen for a week, I get some great nightmare nostalgia, and then Brad dies. I spend the next week being a miserable piece of shit, getting fucked over by my own dreams, and getting legit drunk in the first time in, like... over a year. He comes back fucked up and can't talk. And now, not even a full fuckin' week later, you've changed your mind about not getting involved in this 'beware the ides of March' thing.

What part of I'm fucking exhausted do you not get, man? P's already gonna die in this thing, and everyone else is gonna be fuckin' trying to kill each other. And Brad's fucked up enough as it is, from coming back -- think about him, dude. Does he really need to start thinking I'm that -- fuckin' -- thing?

I know you're capable of not being a total tyrant, dude. We need the biggest fuckin' break after all this.

G

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[gleans]

Nope. Not that I know of. And when people you know turn up, it's like you never disappeared, for them.

[jackoftheroads]

They don't realize you've been gone? What if it's been years, back in your world?

[gleans]

Doesn't matter how long you've been in the city, it's like... whatever point you last remember, it's like you're paused there. It's weird.

[jackoftheroads]

Hm. That shouldn't be much of an issue for me and my friend.

[gleans]

Well... hey, that sounds good. Good that you got a friend coming, too.