THE WORLD: PSL LIFE

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[ Moneter drops. Wow. He didn't miss real-life monster hunting— ]

Do they stop working if you "run out of energy"?

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[That's something he doesn't really want to answer]

... they can consume us if we're not careful. The effects are reversible on us but...

[ Oria probably won't like the implications of that! But he saw the terrorists in Kayser Corp so]

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[ Ah. He remembers those guys with robes at Kayser Corp. He seems to take the information in pretty calmly. If the company members can be "consumed" and have the effects reversed, Oria thinks it's more of a mental thing than a physical thing.

Still, not that he'd like to see it happen. ]

... Were you close, at the fight?

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Yeah. I was corroding pretty far. [He was pushing himself much further than he had ever before, and then facing Kromer and trying to keep his cool...]

I probably would have been consumed if I had to keep going for even a minute longer.

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[ The breath catches in his throat, making him cough. Sure he can return, but it doesn't mean the initial process won't hurt or anything. ]

... Do you have anything that you're better attuned with?

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[Sinclair thinks for a moment and shakes his head] Not yet. I suppose they're still digging through the records of what they have to see what could be used. Or if we bring in enough abnormalities...they could test those.

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[ Hm. That just makes Oria think a little more about the situation, which brings up a Thought. ]

... Sarabi is trying to do what you guys are doing, but your company seems more neutral like an actual mercenary group. I doubt... that you guys are fighting for "justice" against abnormalities, but it sure is a byproduct of what it could look like to others. So then, why? To staunch outbreaks with orders given by higherups? Then what's their plan...

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[Sinclair shakes his head, still carding his fingers through Oria's hair]

...The 'immediate subjugation' of all abnormalities is the priority. I...I'd hope they're researching ways to seal off abnormalities for good. But it seems like the longer this continues, the more groups get involved.

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That can only be the case when its left longer out to fester.

[ Other people will definitely get involved. Oria sighs and brings Sinclair's hand closer to him and eventually hugs his arm. ]

... Regular people who get driven insane by just looking at an abnormality... do they also get healed over time or is that permanent damage?

[ There's something Oria has to assess, because otherwise, he feels that he's lost something within himself. ]

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[Oh, this is an awkward position to be leaning down in, but Sinclair tries to get closer while ignoring the dull throbbing in his body. He should go back for another check up, but...

He wants to hug Oria badly. Maybe he can move the visitor's bed closer...]

There's a chance for recovery still. Because your exposure was limited, you can recover. It's only from prolonged continuous exposure that people lose themselves.

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[ Oria nods and hugs Sinclair's arm a little more, before loosening it. ]

Thanks for telling me what you can. You should get some sleep...

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Do I sound that tired?

[ He'll get up carefully, fingers brushing gently over Oria's cheek. He moves to the little dresser, taking out Oria's glasses and putting it at his bedside table. He'll just unlock the wheels of the visitor's recliner and move it closer before setting it down to be a bed. There. Better.]

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... Mentally.

[ He knows Sinclair must have been worried for him a lot. Now that he's woken up, Oria wants Sinclair to rest easy for a bit.

But his voice softens, also dissipating into the air like before. ]

Thanks, for staying by my side.

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[ Sinclair wont argue it or deny it. He settles himself in the bed next to Oria, reaching over to take his hand again]

Always.

[ The nurses will be coming around with food soon, he imagined so he didn't need to call for anything to make sure Oria had food, even if he doubted Oria wanted it]

...I guess I can take a nap for a little while if you don't need me to get anything.

[ He can be a model patient]

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I'll be fine. Please... nap.

[ Oria wants Sinclair to rest peacefully and lightly squeezes the hand, though he can't do it well. ]

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[ Sinclair squeezes Oria's hand briefly, but drifts off in short order, finally caving into his exhaustion]