6th Spell [Audio]

[taintedtalent]

Ya know, there are times I wish I could drink without it killing me. This would be one of them.

[This is the most melancholy Reese has ever sounded. After months he's still here, and the feeling that he might not actually get out of this one is beginning to creep up on him. More than that, more than any of that, he's lonely.]

Gettin' fuckin' tired of milk.

Comments

[abstinentzombie]

Considering the situation I guess that's better than nothing.

[taintedtalent]

Better than dead that's fer sure.

[abstinentzombie]

Most things are better than dead, yes.

[taintedtalent]

I can think of a few things that are, but fer now I'll just focus on not dying.

[Reese looks down at his empty glass of cider.]

Where'd ya find this stuff anyway?

[abstinentzombie]

In here. There was some in the barracks kitchen, too, but not much.

[taintedtalent]

Guess I've got a reason to stop by here now.

[There are a number of reasons he doesn't come here and the inability to drink isn't at the top.]

[abstinentzombie]

Just don't drink the alcoholic kind by mistake.

[taintedtalent]

Don't worry now. I read the labels.

[With his condition he kind of has to.]

[abstinentzombie]

Good. I don't want to be the cause of anyone else's death.

[taintedtalent]

[Well that kind of gets his attention.]

Hard to think of a doctor killin' anyone.

[abstinentzombie]

[Whoops, she hadn't intended on putting it that badly. Backpedal. She doesn't want to have this conversation.]

Doctor's can't save everyone.

[taintedtalent]

[Ah, of course. That makes sense.]

No one can. No reason ya gotta blame yerself fer it.

[abstinentzombie]

It still sucks.

[taintedtalent]

Yep, it really does.

[abstinentzombie]

So don't die or anything.

[taintedtalent]

[He salutes.]

Yes ma'am. Wasn't makin' plans on it anyway.