Nowhere was going to be safe. Because even if they weren't in a fucking creepy force people to have sex afterlife computer program thing ... there's still Shinjiro, with Castor. Could Castor even kill him, here? If he's already dead? Or would he just kill him and other people over and over again? Creating a unique, personal hell for anyone who knew him?
Shinjiro hunched a little, stuck his hands in his pockets, by the time Glenn got up from petting his DTF. He felt the weight of the bottle of pills in his palm. Not much reassurance. He had ... maybe two weeks of full doses left. Maybe a month of half-doses, maybe. How dangerous would he be on only half a dose?
"I ain't gonna stay long," Shinjiro said gruffly. "You're not gonna want a guy like me 'round. But I'll lend a hand tryin to make the place less shitty, if y'need it."
[2/2]
Fuck. Shit.
Nowhere was going to be safe. Because even if they weren't in a fucking creepy force people to have sex afterlife computer program thing ... there's still Shinjiro, with Castor. Could Castor even kill him, here? If he's already dead? Or would he just kill him and other people over and over again? Creating a unique, personal hell for anyone who knew him?
Shinjiro hunched a little, stuck his hands in his pockets, by the time Glenn got up from petting his DTF. He felt the weight of the bottle of pills in his palm. Not much reassurance. He had ... maybe two weeks of full doses left. Maybe a month of half-doses, maybe. How dangerous would he be on only half a dose?
"I ain't gonna stay long," Shinjiro said gruffly. "You're not gonna want a guy like me 'round. But I'll lend a hand tryin to make the place less shitty, if y'need it."