I wasn't being literal. Uh, never mind that for right now.
[ Back to Seteth, who doesn't seem so convinced that this isn't some kind of lie or trick or joke. ]
Who can say? You're right. I guess we can act like we're all dead and it's too late and nothing matters. But I'm not really one to give up like that. I have to believe there's a way outta here and back home. Besides, it's pretty fishy, thinking we'd all just be dead and in a simulation. I'm just too suspicious for that, old man. You should be, too.
[ He takes another drink. It's not that he hasn't entertained the thought that they might all be dead, sure. But what then? Accept this place for the rest of forever? Yeah, no thanks.
He doesn't have the tingle of the drink, of course, since he has the sangria. Instead, he has…
Oh, damnit. Of course. This is like the spice cake thing, only cranked up. He's halfway through the drink and he feels warm and flushed and starting to get unfocused. Or more accurately, he's unfocused on the dreary conversation topic. This was a stupid thing to do with Seteth of all people. He knew better! He knew what the cake could do. Why would the drinks be any different?
He leans against the bar, but he's aware he can't play this off forever. He should come clean about the drink effects. ]
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I wasn't being literal. Uh, never mind that for right now.
[ Back to Seteth, who doesn't seem so convinced that this isn't some kind of lie or trick or joke. ]
Who can say? You're right. I guess we can act like we're all dead and it's too late and nothing matters. But I'm not really one to give up like that. I have to believe there's a way outta here and back home. Besides, it's pretty fishy, thinking we'd all just be dead and in a simulation. I'm just too suspicious for that, old man. You should be, too.
[ He takes another drink. It's not that he hasn't entertained the thought that they might all be dead, sure. But what then? Accept this place for the rest of forever? Yeah, no thanks.
He doesn't have the tingle of the drink, of course, since he has the sangria. Instead, he has…
Oh, damnit. Of course. This is like the spice cake thing, only cranked up. He's halfway through the drink and he feels warm and flushed and starting to get unfocused. Or more accurately, he's unfocused on the dreary conversation topic. This was a stupid thing to do with Seteth of all people. He knew better! He knew what the cake could do. Why would the drinks be any different?
He leans against the bar, but he's aware he can't play this off forever. He should come clean about the drink effects. ]