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[helmetdoesnothing]

[There's a few long moments of staticky silence, then Mituna's voice - quiet, but still with that trademark horrendous lisp. He didn't lose that this week, clearly.]

Tho.. my matethprit ith gone, I gueth.

[A long pause follows this announcement, then he continues.]

I don't want to change back.

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[aim_exorable]

Do you want me to visit you, Mituna?

[Robot dogs are only such good company.]

We can talk, if you like. Or not, if that is a preference.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He does like the dogs. They've at least stopped him walking into walls, and from feeling like he's talking to himself.]

.. Thure. Jutht don't break a leg on the way here, I can't come out to drag your ath inthide.

[aim_exorable]

I have robots for that.

I'll be there soon.

[helmetdoesnothing]

Doorth open.

[When he gets there, Darkleer will find the troll lying on a sofa. Dramatic teenagers, right?]

[aim_exorable]

[It's better than his brand of dramatic, which once involved vivisecting the Grand Highblood.]

[He just goes to sit down besides the dogs, who are by the couch as well.]

Don't think of it as losing her. Think of it as her going on a trip for a while.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[The yellowblood snorts, but he sits up and tries to stop looking quite so pathetic.]

Nithe try, buddy. Nektht week I won't know the fucking differenthe. Try ethplaining it to me then.

[aim_exorable]

Why don't you explain it?

[He gestures to the SFC.]

It can record things.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He can't see the pointing, but he feels over to where he left the thing and picks it up, turning it over in his hands.]

Thith ithn't fair.

[aim_exorable]

No.

[He reaches up to lay a hand on Mituna's foot.]

It isn't. Vatheon may have its own kind of fortune, but it is never quite kind, either.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[He frowns, but scoots forwards and closes his own hand over Darkleer's.]

Why thith? Why put my head back together like thith? Jutht tho I can realithe thhe'th gone without flailing around like the motht ungratheful retard at the party? [Mituna makes a small 'hmph' sound and rubs at his face with his free hand.]

Thhit.. I thound like a fucking athhole right now. Even to mythelf. That'th thad.

[aim_exorable]

No, you just sound upset. You've gained something very important that won't last for long, and you've lost someone important to you.

Anyone who says otherwise is a- [Pause.] A. Well. An asshole.

[Wiiiiiiince. Swearing is so weird and uncomfortable!]

May I ask how you came to be normally then...?

[helmetdoesnothing]

[His obvious discomfort with profanity gets a brief grin, but it quickly fades at the question.]

I was thaving my friendth. [He says it quietly, but even that piece of information, the one he seems the most sure of, feels uncertain. Even after days have passed, exactly what happened on that day is hard to remember.] I burned mythelf out.

[aim_exorable]

[Quiet. For quite a while. Then, he pats his hand gently.]

You are an even more extraordinary boy than I thought.

[helmetdoesnothing]

Tch.. [His fingers twitch, but he doesn't jerk his hand back.] They thhould've lithtened when I told them. They never took me theriouthly.

[aim_exorable]

I don't doubt it. [He thinks for a moment before shaking his head.] I'm sorry that whoever I was never listened to you, then.

[helmetdoesnothing]

You're not like Horuth. [He shrugs one shoulder dismissively.]

He'th a fucking headcathe, buddy, have you met him?

[aim_exorable]

But he is still some... version of me. I feel I should take some responsibility.

[He's weird like that.]

He hasn't appeared in Vatheon yet, and I've only heard a little bit about him. Everyone has referred to him as... odd, but it seems to be a common descriptor for Equius and I. I'm not sure what to make of it.

[helmetdoesnothing]

... That'th the biggest load of thhit I ever heard. You're not him, he'th not you, and he thure ath fuck wouldn't take rethponthibility for anything you did. That'th like Pthii taking the blame for how methed up I ended up being.

[He shakes his hair out of his face as it tickles his nose.]

You and Equiuth rate a low-to-medium on the weird ath fuck thcale compared to him being off the chart.

[aim_exorable]

Hmm...

[That doesn't sound good... Then again, it can't be that bad, right?]

Why is he so odd then?

[helmetdoesnothing]

He'th a creepy fuckath with a horthe fetithh who doethn't know how to take a hint.

[Mituna just shrugs as if it's no big deal.]

I gueth he'th not tho bad if you're uthed to him.

[aim_exorable]

...Define 'horse fetish'.

[Darkleer is slightly aware that other people don't love horses nearly as much as he and Equius do.]

[helmetdoesnothing]

[If he could adequately dead-eye while blind, he'd be doing it. As it is, this is his best estimation.]

Are you theriouth.

[aim_exorable]

...Yes.

If it does not make you uncomfortable.

[helmetdoesnothing]

[The corners of his eyes pinch slightly, and he presses his lips together.]

If talking about that athhole doethn't make you uncomfortable there'th thomething wrong with you. I don't know how Rufioh thtuck with him.

[He doesn't know how Latula stuck with him, either, but that's another story.]

[aim_exorable]

...Nevermind then.