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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Ah, careful with your arm—

Yeah, no need to rush.

[he approaches, pulling out some gauze from his leather jacket's pocket. The other Jason's left behind. Or... just gone? hm. point is, he's not a factor now.]

Not like you could've known.

[ nnnnooo this is fucked up, backing away ]

No-- I'm fine, I--

I'm sorry.

[ this is like a guilt and low self-esteem convention huh ]

[it is something, Jason holds his hands up, placating.]

It's fine. That's what he does. I'm used to it at this point.

[ watches him for a long moment, uneasy, but just takes another couple of steps back, further into the hotel. ]

... I'm fine.

[ remembering before what she said about doppelgangers— ]

You're the true Jason?

[he sighs, and backs up.]

Basically. A little rough around the edges after another mutiny attempt.

[ exhales, slowly. ]

... so what should we do?

Did we sort things out here...? The flowers are dying back, anyway.

[he looks around, and then shrugs, tossing the gauze to Shrike as he does]

Slowly. Might see a little impact from that topside, but honestly, I'd be surprised if you could tell the difference.

It's the other flower-- the "Aconite." That one's outta control, still.

Ah, I can help take care of that then—I think.

[ she takes the gauze, and sort of—motions to Cypress, and when she continues, it's addressing her: ]

I can get you bandaged up, but I didn't want to presume if you were up to keep going or not, but if you are, we can keep sticking together...

... I'll come.

Well, let me see to that injury, then, and we can be off.

[he offers a thumbs up.]

You might get kicked out early. Doubt Hood's gonna want people stomping around, and I'm not inclined to argue with him.

We'll be quick and try not to be troublemakers. Ah, just a question, though—

...was it you who said he should let us in?

Yeah, snap decision. I had an issue, needed some backup.

[he can't exactly go rip out the flowers himself, if his injuries are to be believed?]

Well, you know me. Always happy to help.

[ she—winks at him? ]

We'll do our best to not let that good faith not be misplaced.

[there's a brief pause, and then a relaxed sigh.]

I'd really appreciate it.

And, try not to kill anyone. It's either gonna hurt you worse than it will me, or it just makes a headache for me.

[ frowns. also ignoring shrike's request ]

I'm not just going to let Shrike or myself get killed.

Well, killing flowers doesn't count.

I'll handle the people I can.

But stay out of the Arkham basement.

Ah—got it.

...take care of yourself.

I'll try.

[well, he's going to head back the way he came, his hands in his pockets.]

[ when he's sufficient distance away to be definitely out of earshot: ]

...well, how about that, a perfectly civil conversation.

Now, arm please.

I'm fine.

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