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[canihavesome]

Who: Cain, anyone
When: Day 35, afternoon (backdated-ish)
Where: Hallway back to Apartment X
What:

[A miserable-looking murderpuppy is trudging and limping painfully back to his own apartment. His injuries are more manageable now but both his hands are still rather smashed and has been splinted. And there's a collar around his neck with the words Pariah on it. wat do?]

Comments

[canihavesome]

You're a general in a war. Shouldn't you be used to bloodshed?

[lostontheroadoflife]

All the more reason to dislike it, having been in wars.

If there's a chance to limit it, I will take it.

[canihavesome]

[mumbles] You're all weak.

[lostontheroadoflife]

What makes you say that?

[canihavesome]

This is how we do things. This is the Lepus way.

[sounds more like he's talking to himself]

[lostontheroadoflife]

[... definitely knows that method]

Lepus?

[canihavesome]

My home. My country. Not that it exists anymore.

[lostontheroadoflife]

... I'm sorry for your loss.

[canihavesome]

Not as sorry as I am.

[lostontheroadoflife]

But this isn't Lepus.

[canihavesome]

I've heard that one before.

[lostontheroadoflife]

And you'll keep hearing it.

[canihavesome]

Wonderful.

[lostontheroadoflife]

Make do.

[canihavesome]

Everyone gets to be themselves but me, is it? Prejudice.

[lostontheroadoflife]

Who says everyone's themselves? We have all lost in order to come here. And loss changes people.

If anything, I would ask: Is everyone supposed to change except you?

[canihavesome]

You're telling me to change who I am. Completely.

[lostontheroadoflife]

I'm telling you to adapt to your new reality.

[canihavesome]

Never did do that well.

[lostontheroadoflife]

Just know that I, and a number of others, will be watching.

[canihavesome]

[rolls his eyes and keeps walking]