eight. audio & spam. funnyman, gotta try to be something wonderful.

[indispensible]

James Stark is in a coma.

[She sounds completely unmoved by this. Entirely. (She shouldn't have used his first name. He'd be upset.)]

[She almost hangs up, then:]

Does anyone want to spar?

warden filter

. . . What do you do? When this happens. How do you . . .

[Not go crazy. Not feel guilty.]

What do you do?

open spam } CES

[For anyone who wants to spar, Vin will be in the CES, having Clifford throw large objects into the air for her to fling coins at and shatter out of recognition. The air is full of falling ash, mist curling under her feet, but the trees and the land are green. She doesn't know what to make of it, and therefore doesn't think about it.]

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[private]

[neuropathy]

Wish I had an answer to that.

[ A sympathetic wince, more audible in his voice than on his face. It's probably the same answer as 'what do you do when your Inmate murders a person?' ]

[private]

[indispensible]

[This pleases her. Not because it helps, because it doesn't, but because it's not empty comfort, at the very least.]

You don't have to. It's okay.

[Just being there, it helps.]

[private]

[neuropathy]

[ In one of those bursts of more or less harmless hypocrisy, applied to himself Nathan would rather have no comfort at all. When it comes to people he cares about, though ...of course that's different. ]

You sure 'm not wastin' your time?

[ Half-joking. Then again all jokes are at least half-truth. ]

[private]

[indispensible]

Don't ask stupid questions.

[He never wastes her time. He knows that. She's pretty sure he's just being stupid.]

Will you come see me?