[open] 🐺 but little did I know

[activatingcombatmode]

Type: Text.
Sender ID: activatingcombatmode (Zack Fair)
To: Public.
Subject: About these brand things.
Warnings: Tba.

Hey, so. Where’s the smart people.

You’re all feeling these brands and marks on your hands, aren’t you? Can’t get close to certain people? Can’t hug them? Seriously?

There’s gotta be someone out there who has a potion or a magic spell or something to make them go away. Come on, where are you? Let’s figure this out as soon as possible. Hey?

[Zack can’t touch his boo and this is a fate worse than death and he’d rather be!! Dead!! Someone has to be out there with some sort of solution!?

There is no solution (?). Leviathan magic is just that strong. But he can still publicly complain about it.]

Comments

[emberized]

[Augh, come on Zack, don't make HIM be the hope guy; his skills in emotional persuasion only stretch so far.]

Look the point is, it had existed.

So. Something's gotta exist for this too.

Simple as that.

[activatingcombatmode]

[Look, he can't hug his wife?? He's a man dying??]

Nah, man. You're right. Something's gotta work out there. We've just got to find it.

This world's too damn big for something to not be out there that will work.

[emberized]

And if it doesn't
We find a way to MAKE it work

[activatingcombatmode]

Yeah. You bet.

You're pretty good at this pep talking stuff.

[emberized]

Nah, not me.

I'm quite heartless, really.

[Just the worst!]

[activatingcombatmode]

Hey, man. Don't say that? You're a good guy.

[He doesn't get the joke!!!!!!!!]