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[ yes! hugs!!! but no warmth... tragic ]

One of the cabinets was open? And I think one of the others said there was blood in the sink. Did you find anything?

Nope, I didn't find anything. But hm... does that mean someone took something from the infirmary last night?

I dunno. I've never been in there before, and I can't read anyways.

[ all medicinal bottles look the same to him, rip ]

I think... someone probably came through though. Maybe.

Sounds like it. We'll have to investigate tomorrow, in that case. Good work, Missile.

Oh, but I didn't do anything.

[ he just. wandered in. ]

... I'm sorry.

You're telling me this, aren't you? It's still helpful!

Not for that. I... I didn't sleep in the room with Mammon and Miss Brilith last night.

[ he's so ashamed... ]

[...]

I don't think there's anything you could've done, even if you had. You would've been unconscious as well.

But maybe I could have. And then maybe it wouldn't have been Mammon.

[he pats missile's head.]

... It's not your fault, Missile. Though if I can ask, where did you sleep, then?

Um, it smelled funny, so I think I was in the... morgue?

[ someone has called it that, right... ]

W... Why?

I don't remember.

[ sleep deprivation is Wild ]

... Really tired, huh?

Yeah... I still am. You're handling it really well though! I think.

Well, you could say I'm okay without sleep.

Edited 2020-03-08 03:40 (UTC)

You are? Wow. I don't think I could do that. How'd you learn to do it?

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