[ Lup might gloss over some things, might avoid talking about this or that, but he doesn't think that she would say I promise like that if it were an outright lie. Not feeling much of anything doesn't sound great, but it's better than if she were in constant agony. ]
Is there a way... is it permanent?
[ What he wants to know is, is Lup going to be stuck like this indefinitely, since there are no cycles to reset here, and she technically is dead. He wonders if there is anything he can do, scientifically. To make it easier for her to remember herself, or to make it so she could at least feel some good things - chow down on some ice cream now and then, or bask in the sun on a warm day.
He listens to her recounting her death, face growing more and more solemn. It's unusual, to hear her insult herself, much less twice in about a minute. And the story itself is hard for him to think about flippantly. Even the epic, badass, fighting-for-all-reality deaths he'd heard about from the IPRE crew bothered him, but this one is much more familiar, feels much more real and horrible to him. ]
Somebody stabbing you in the back doesn't make you a fucking moron, Lup. You didn't get yourself killed, you just. Were killed.
[ It might seem like a small matter of semantics, but Cisco is insistent. From the sound of it she's blaming herself for it and he is not about that. ]
no subject
[ Lup might gloss over some things, might avoid talking about this or that, but he doesn't think that she would say I promise like that if it were an outright lie. Not feeling much of anything doesn't sound great, but it's better than if she were in constant agony. ]
Is there a way... is it permanent?
[ What he wants to know is, is Lup going to be stuck like this indefinitely, since there are no cycles to reset here, and she technically is dead. He wonders if there is anything he can do, scientifically. To make it easier for her to remember herself, or to make it so she could at least feel some good things - chow down on some ice cream now and then, or bask in the sun on a warm day.
He listens to her recounting her death, face growing more and more solemn. It's unusual, to hear her insult herself, much less twice in about a minute. And the story itself is hard for him to think about flippantly. Even the epic, badass, fighting-for-all-reality deaths he'd heard about from the IPRE crew bothered him, but this one is much more familiar, feels much more real and horrible to him. ]
Somebody stabbing you in the back doesn't make you a fucking moron, Lup. You didn't get yourself killed, you just. Were killed.
[ It might seem like a small matter of semantics, but Cisco is insistent. From the sound of it she's blaming herself for it and he is not about that. ]
I'm real sorry that happened.