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[weaseled]

Weird. Is your healing working now?

If not, you should stop playing dumb.

[secondthoughts]

Playing dumb how?

[weaseled]

You of all people should know why your healing stopped working. The armor is only half of the equation.

What's eating you?

[secondthoughts]

I don't know. It's always worked, and it worked just fine after. What do you want me to say?

[weaseled]

Something must've triggered for your healing to suddenly stop working.

So what happened? If you don't get it, I'm asking about your feelings.

[secondthoughts]

[ well. ]

I was charmed just before that. I thought I was supposed to be protecting Macha.

When I snapped out of it, I felt...awful. I guess whatever I was feeling then triggered it somehow.

Either way, the armor sucks and I need a new set.

[weaseled]

The lightbulbs should be going off right about now.

The way you felt was probably what triggered it. You've got this nasty habit if blaming yourself for shit that's outside of your control.

By all means, keep running away from your problems, but they'll always catch up to you.

[secondthoughts]

[ It's still my fault you died rings loud in Hector's head, but he at least has enough tact not to write it. ]

Yeah, I kind of get that. [ The armor effect, he means. ]

But I'm not running. I'm fixing. Why do you think I'm doing something about it?

[weaseled]

You aren't fixing shit. That's like saying you'll go to therapy and sitting at the bar for an hour instead.

The root of the problem is you. You're not the only person who suffers when you blame yourself for things beyond your control.

[secondthoughts]

[ >:((((( ]

Look, I don't get this armor. I don't know why it had that effect. I'd tell you why if I understood what it was hinting at but I honestly don't. Do you think we'd be having this conversation if I did?

[weaseled]

You know why you don't understand? Because you're denser than a brick and more stubborn than a mule.

Stop carrying around guilt that doesn't belong to you and your healing will work just fine. That's the "hint." Seriously, you have more ass than brains.

[secondthoughts]

[ Ah, some things never change.

As much as Hector tries to resist, Yael keeps digging his fingers in and pressing his buttons, and Hector ultimately decides that he's just not happy with that. So he snaps, and doesn't think. ]

Yeah, I bet you like that, huh?

[weaseled]

[Oh, Hector... Can you feel Yael sighing on the other end of the line?]

I prefer my men blond and scrawny.

You're not alone anymore. Don't carry all the weight of responsibility on your own shoulders when you've got friends to help you.

Cut yourself a little slack. You're one of the good ones.

[secondthoughts]

[ Oops... He regrets that. ]

Yeah, sorry. You're right. I won't.

[ He's listening and behaving... :) ]

[weaseled]

Hey. You busy later? I could use a punching bag.

[HECTOR IS DOING NEITHER, THE MOTHERFUCKER]

[secondthoughts]

Real busy, actually. You're gonna have to find someone else to use as a punching bag.

I'm fine, Yael. Stop worrying.

[weaseled]

Suit yourself. I've wasted enough of your precious time.

See ya.

[:angy:]