[ herded... yves put his own normal clothes back on but he's pretty clearly got some gauze taped against his face because he had so many damn injuries ]
I...
[ and he pauses briefly, looks somewhere else, gets a distant look ]
... I had to help them. They wanted it so much more than I did, but I wanted to just be with them.
[Alarmed. Is there a blanket or something in here? In the meantime he'll just take his jacket off and drape it over his shoulders. My boy do you also not feel temperature.]
[ he actually feels temperature, and he's visibly uncomfortable from how cold he is... he accepts the jacket from richie with a little nod but
it's also not getting any better
at the statement, he just.... nods again. yeah. why is he always dead? ]
But I started off dead, sort of. I died seven years ago, and then my friends somehow found me... They helped me settle the mystery of what happened to me, and gave me a proper burial.
I wanted to stay with them more than I wanted to pass on.
[ hand of god? was it? yves closes his eyes to try to distract himself from the urge to leave because he knows richie will yell at him if he tries to book it ]
... Unmaker.
The demon that we were trying to end... but because it was corrupting the ley lines, and my bones were buried in the ley lines... I was the first to be manipulated.
[look he wouldn't yell, he'd just try to coax him back. But more importantly:]
God. [Uttered low, with a bitter apprehension. To do this Yves of all people is galling — the kid would trip over himself for the chance to lend a hand.] Were they able to snap you out of it? What did it make you do?
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[herding him back inside.]
What happened to you four?
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I...
[ and he pauses briefly, looks somewhere else, gets a distant look ]
... I had to help them. They wanted it so much more than I did, but I wanted to just be with them.
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Want what?
[Frowning, guiding him back to either bed or a chair. Please for the love of god sit down.]
Walk me through it, from the beginning.
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... they needed to look for a tomb, I think it was... for something important. It'd grant them something they needed.
I'd died already. [ why is yves always the one dead just wondering ] I probably should've passed on but... I stayed. For them.
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[Alarmed. Is there a blanket or something in here? In the meantime he'll just take his jacket off and drape it over his shoulders. My boy do you also not feel temperature.]
...You died.
[Yves.]
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it's also not getting any better
at the statement, he just.... nods again. yeah. why is he always dead? ]
But I started off dead, sort of. I died seven years ago, and then my friends somehow found me... They helped me settle the mystery of what happened to me, and gave me a proper burial.
I wanted to stay with them more than I wanted to pass on.
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[Like how he and his ragtag pals wound up as magic war medics, despite none of it making sense in truth.
Richie will guide him back to whatever room he was in, coax him into a sit. See if he can't find another blanket to cover him with, good lord.]
And what did happen to you?
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... well I had fun at first. I got a skeleton cat who became my friend. [ truly nonsense ]
But then I... at some point, I got possessed. I hurt them.
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[But ah. Richie's face falls, grave. He reaches up and rights a few hairs from his fringe as they go renegade, flopping to the wrong side.]
...JQ said the same thing happened to him too. Some kind of spirit, I take it? Hand of god?
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... Unmaker.
The demon that we were trying to end... but because it was corrupting the ley lines, and my bones were buried in the ley lines... I was the first to be manipulated.
Turned into... Death's puppet.
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God. [Uttered low, with a bitter apprehension. To do this Yves of all people is galling — the kid would trip over himself for the chance to lend a hand.] Were they able to snap you out of it? What did it make you do?
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well, ]
They shot me?
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...I suppose that's one way to shock the system. I thought you were already dead?
[He was picturing a ghost, should he imagine a zombie]