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[maidforcombat]

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[trancheuse]

Fine enough
You're one of maybe two pleased to see me back.
Maybe three.

Don't die, kid.
You're going to feel like absolute crap for a week.
Like worse than any flu.

[maidforcombat]

Because you're bad company, right?

[She continues to insist she's a bad person, but she hasn't been mean at all so far...]

I appreciate the advice.
I can assure you I have no intention of dying any time soon.

Is there anything I can do to help ease the pain?

[trancheuse]

I don't know? I'm not sure why I said that.
Heh, but I guess my sense of humor rubs folks the wrong way.

[She may or may not have had pretty fuzzy memories of her past, which sort of left her a bit out of the loop on some of the worst of it.]

No. I remember the last time.
Takes a week, then achy for the rest of the month. Doesn't go away till then.

[maidforcombat]

I am not sure why you would say it either.
You have been very nice to me, at least.

But it is good to see your memory is still working well.
If you require any assistance, please feel free to ask.
I would be more than happy to run for supplies while you are unwell.

[trancheuse]

Man, kid, you have a very generous definition of being very nice to someone. Pretty sure I wouldn't say that, even if I wouldn't say I was mean.

It's not exactly intact. But it's intact enough. I'm having trouble remembering anything from a few months back.

[maidforcombat]

You have humored all of my questions with little more than mild sass.
Despite your claims, I have little reason at this time to believe you are a bad person.

Do you remember Roxas?
He was the one person you said you did not want to forget.

[trancheuse]

Totally need to up the sass quotient then. I'm off my game. And I definitely think some people would be convinced I'm a bad sort.

...

I do remember Roxas. Not well, but I remember him.
He's gone.