mind_blown | THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

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THE LOST DAYS... Round 1.

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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Better act fast.

[as he pulls Red Hood up.]

He's 'ehn' about having people in here. And I'm not inclined to fight him over it.

I would find it concerning if you were.

[ He's glancing around the different exits, debating over options, and perhaps over whether or not to say something, but he eventually settles one— ]

Is there anywhere that you want helped first?

... Talon. Are you overthinking how to ask for tactical advice?

No.

[ He might be. ]

So.

Yes.

... Shut up. Do you care where I go first or not?

[He sighs.]

Don't actually go back to the basement. That's a terrible idea. It's a trauma zone for a reason.

Still think the source's Arkham. But who knows, maybe it's spread to other places.