| [At least this transmission is on more of a positive note, depending on how one would look at it.
Alister's seated at his dining room table with a fresh cup of tea, out of the clinic whether it was of his own volition or not, and surprisingly looking a bit better than his last appearance. Sure, there's still a good deal of bandages adorning his face and he's still pretty haggard, but at least he's not dead.
And despite his adamance before, this was not intentional.
So the former-General takes a slow sip from his cup, clearing his throat politely when he finishes.]
I believe we're agreed to acknowledge that this week never happened.
[A little brash, considering its events. Though, is there a better 'i'm doing okay' than that, from someone like him?]
I've returned to the junkyard for now, and the security is disengaged.
[Wait Alister are you.
Inviting people in?
How hard were you hit, man?] |
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