DAMIEN CATCHALL

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[highrisk]

Right. Okay.

[ hrmrmmgg his heartrate ]

[fleshedout]

...

May I ask who you saw, Damien?

[highrisk]

A name won't mean anything to you.

[ he's a hypocrite. ]

[fleshedout]

I just told you two names and you want to raise a fuss about one?

[highrisk]

[ hrmrmrmgngmg ]

Mark.

[fleshedout]

...And he was?

[highrisk]

My...

Just - someone.

[fleshedout]

...

Whatever he was, I'm sorry you had to lose him.

[highrisk]

Lost him a while ago. I mean he's not dead, but - whatever.

It's just... whatever.

[fleshedout]

[She looks at him for a moment, before looking away.]

Still. It hurts, doesn't it?

[highrisk]

I'm fine.

[ in that very aggressive tone that means no he's not :/ ]

[fleshedout]

You're not.

[Just saying.]

Neither am I. So let's not be fine together, for once.

[highrisk]

[ oh, that... actually kind of works on him. his tensed shoulders relax a bit and he lets out a long exhale. ]

Yeah, alright.

[fleshedout]

Mm.

[There we go, mister.]

...I really hate this place.

[highrisk]

Me too.

So what was it like? Where you went. If it wasn't a castle...?

[fleshedout]

An arena where we fought others and then each other for the entertainment of the masses.

[gladiator style battle!!]

[highrisk]

... What, like a battle royale?

[ UGGGGHHHHH ]

[fleshedout]

I don't know what that is, but sure. We can call it that. Team against team.

[highrisk]

And how did that go, specifically?

[fleshedout]

...

Badly. Because after that, we found ourselves paired one versus one, and...

[...]

I "won".

[highrisk]

... Better than losing.

[ but like. barely? ]

[fleshedout]

...I killed Kumon, Damien. He barely even had enough strength to stand, let alone defend himself.

[highrisk]

I'm not saying that's great, but what's the alternative?

And anyway he's fine now, so.

[fleshedout]

He's fine now.

[She repeats, and she doesn't know how to feel. Relieved, but at the same time...]

Regardless, all of us are here, alive. That's what counts, in the end.

[highrisk]

... He's a nice kid. Not like he'll hold a grudge.

[ he probably has trauma but it's..... fine...... ]