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video; un: ironborn
I’ll not congratulate anyone for the beginnings of this cure.
[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]
My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.
[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]
Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.
[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]
They’ve been all but useless.
[ Oh, look, it's that guy who pisses everyone off. The corner of his mouth quirks into a cruel smirk, but his teeth are clenched too tightly and his eyes burn too fiercely for any proper smile. It’s a struggle for him to remain as guarded as he would prefer, and there are cracks in his armor: he’s clearly angry and upset. ]
My sister was among the ill. Was. I have been informed that she has since returned to the pods—still uncured.
[ He tries to keep his tone even and cold, void of emotion, but his voice breaks ever so slightly. He and Asha weren’t close, not like he’s known siblings should be, but it’s a deep cut to be abandoned again, and it hurts to know that one of the few people he felt he could trust in this place is gone. Clearing his throat, he continues.]
Which leads me to the question at hand. What reason do I, or the worried, or any of the ailing, have to trust the maesters here? Healers--whatever name you may know them by. Months, this has gone on, to the point where someone is gone and remains unhealed.
[ He knows better than to critique those who have done nothing but help, but his anger is directionless otherwise, so he chuckles cruelly, and that cheshire smirk widens. ]
They’ve been all but useless.
text | un: stardust | private.
sorry about your sister
they say the pods fix problems
but i don't know if i believe it
[ cassian has fallen, too. ]
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I do not believe it either.
My uncle thinks her as good as dead.
[ Victarion is not the smartest man in the world, but Theon does share his fears. ]
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i know that to be true.
[ corpses belong in the ground or out the airlock. ]
and they're more advanced than the medicine here, at least.
[ no offense to the healers but space is better. ]
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[ He still can't help but dwell on the fact that Robb was dead, Robb died, and Robb is not supposed to be here, but he was in one of those pods all the same. It isn't comparable to the Asha situation, but Robb was still a dead man. ]
Who is to say what this sickness is capable of?
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[ not the rotting kind. she doesn't have answer for his question, so she doesn't offer anything. in her own home, rhys' hallucinations have become unbearable. and others have become horribly violent.
at least asha won't harm anyone else. ]
do you want to shoot things?
[ anger management?? ]
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[ He would love to shoot things right now. ]
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She sends him the address of a shooting range in Wyver. ]
i'll be here.
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As will I.