[Welcome to the void. Or like, wherever. Now clad in his full-body garb, Zelgadis is attempting to look at his phone, operating it somewhat clumsily with his blue stony fingers. When he looks up from it, he sees Hunter.]
They really didn't write much about you, did they? I suppose you should be glad you were spared the mockery.
I mean, that's how it sometimes works in books and movies, right? Magic exists, but there's a really small amount of people who actually know about it.
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They really didn't write much about you, did they? I suppose you should be glad you were spared the mockery.
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[anyways.]
How bad was yours?
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It reads a bit like a certain someone I know could have written it...
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Who?
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She thinks she's funny.
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What were you traveling for?
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[He looks down at his hand, which he slowly curls into a fist.]
A cure.
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[sympathetic but also a little awkwardly:]
I hope I didn't bring up something painful, but - I really hope you find it, too.
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It's something I have to face every day.
... Doubt I'll find it anywhere here in Hell, though.
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[sympathetically]
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I don't suppose your home has much in the way of advanced magic research?
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Never read any books like that before.
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