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[Thank Gaia, it worked. At least for now she's stopped. Kunsel barely refrains from releasing a relieved breath.]

Don't tell me you were planning on walking out there without any food. Did you even put on a coat?

... It's not my coat. [ it's that simple?! don't care about mysterious clothes and food. ] And it's not even that cold.

[ it's... pretty cold. ]

[Yeah, no, he's calling bullshit on that. He's opened the front door and felt the cold blast of air himself, thank you very much.]

Cold enough. You might think you'll be fine now, but in an hour? In five? When it's night? Let me tell you, if it's this cold right now, I don't want to think about what night's like out there. How do you intend to keep your body temperature from dropping?

Moving'll keep me warm. [ ... not that warm, but whatever. ] Maybe I'll drop dead, or I'll find and burn some firewood if I don't feel like it. [ SURE. there's a plan. ]

[...]

You just made "dropping dead" sound like an actual part of your plan.

It'd be kind of a pain, but this whole thing is a pain.

[ ... is she missing something. ]

--Ah, I can't die.

[Yeah, there's no way she can mean that seriously. Kunsel just blows out a breath, assuming that she's being facetious, and responds dryly in turn.]

Dying does tend to throw a wrench in things.

So, if you're going to avoid it, what's your plan?

No, I mean--I'm not going to avoid it, not it's that much of a pain in the ass to.

I don't die. I'll just come back.

[...what.]

You... just come back.

[That part is repeated flatly, like he'd be side-eyeing her if he could. It feels like he's missing some integral part of this conversation, because no matter what way he looks at that, it still doesn't make any sense.]

Are you saying you've actually died before?

[ she almost laughs, but it's more of a sigh, tired and flat. ]

... I've died a lot of times. It doesn't stick.

[Kunsel opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again.]

...when did this start happening?

[How long as she been insane?]

1300 years ago. [ answers both questions really. ]

Edited 2015-08-13 19:44 (UTC)

[If she didn't sound so serious, Kunsel would wonder if she was trying to pull his leg. Not that he can't rule that out, but.

But.

Somewhere in the back of his head, he comes to the conclusion that he can't trust her sense of self-preservation. Or her judgment. Or any decision he'd trust a sane person to make. He reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, sensing a headache coming on.]

Okay. You think you can't die. [He's going to try to work with her delusion here.] You still shouldn't walk out into the snow without food or a coat. When you... "come back," do you really want to do so with a damaged body?

It won't be with a damaged body. If I get stabbed, I'll recover. If I get chopped to bits, I'll come back whole. If I get thrown in a volcano... [ SHRUG. ] It works out.

Freezing every few hours will be annoying, but it doesn't matter to me.

[This is not what he was trained for. How do you even start?]

Wouldn't it be easier just to take the necessary precautions not to die in the first place? You said it yourself. You're going to die every few hours, and stay dead for however long that takes. Sounds like a lot of time wasted when you could have saved it by just eating and staying warm.

I'll just be out for a few seconds before coming back and getting a move on. Dead weight and everything else sounds like a bigger waste of time to me. [ who cares about life necessities, man. ]

[Dammit, this isn't working. How do you even reason with someone who's insane?]

Then what about just plain comfort? You can't tell me you like all the pain that comes with death.

No. [ that might be a lie. ]

But you get used to it.

[Finally, an opening that he might be able to press.]

But why bother when it's not necessary? You don't have to die to achieve your goal.

It'd be faster and less of a hassle.

Are you done? I'm heading out now. You can pick up my shit if you think it's that important.

[...there's no reasoning with her. Kunsel barely refrains from making an aggravated noise in the back of his throat. He knows, he knows, that you can't always save people, especially not from themselves, and he knows there's nothing he can do to stop her if she's determined, but that doesn't make it dig any less under his skin.]

I'd ask where you are- [So he could try one last time to save her.] -but I don't have my bearings here. Can't you at least take the coat and food with you so you can give it to someone else?

[At this point, he's not sure if even that argument will work, but it's at least worth a shot.]

Edited 2015-08-13 22:01 (UTC)

[ ... sure, there's some logic in that.

and she doesn't care about helping herself, but she does marginally more about helping others. there's a pause, then a long sigh as she doubles back for the coat and backpack. ]

You're a real bleeding heart, aren't you?

[Kunsel pauses in surprise. Only just a second. Just long enough for hope to flicker. Did he actually convince her?]

Maybe I am. [His mouth curls up, just a little, and it might show through in his voice.] Is that such a bad thing?

[ ... ] It's annoying. Save your concern for people who need it, like yourself.

Concern's not a finite commodity. I'm not wasting it, even if you don't think you need it.

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