Hm. Not going to talk so easily, are you?
(Sits, like, right on the edge.)
That's okay. Neither am I. So we can just all sort of have an unspoken private agenda up here, together. Heh...
(Hideous, giant, deformed guy that Tallis will def recognize, weeping pitifully over some little bundle of rags.)
...I ...'m sorry... s-s-sorry...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019…?
(Peers up, fuckin' teary-eyed and just generally nasty-looking. Being enormous and hideous does not lend itself very well to crying in a dignified manner.)
Tallis... F-Ferret... He has... died... He is now... d-dead... I...
...You will have to be a little more specific. Are you speaking of existence in general.
(Sudden monotone.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia hangs near Cloud, looking concerned at the grieving-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

If it's nothing, then I'd feel like an idiot.
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edited 22nd Feb '16 9:08:41 PM by ChrissieMcNapkins
I live in a constant state of fear and misery.