for the rest of us death will be a relief

[praevaricatio]

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[woodenbullets]

( His mouth turns upward, opening as he decides on what he wants to say. He can't do better than that right now. He's also wired. )

Let's see how I do.

( He's played it before, of course. But, his reflexes and limbs were dead.

And with that, they settle in at a nearby table and proceed to get drunk. )