A cure for what Drake had wouldn't have been anything like a cure for what Jesus has. He knows that. But there's a part of him that is always hoping there is a cure somewhere, that someone can figure it out, and if he could have had some vicarious hope...
"They did a good job," he says, with a little smile, but it fades.
"I'm infected. Everyone is. When I die, if my friends don't put me down, I'll try to kill them." At least that had been true before he died and came here. The fear of it, the absolute terror of it, hasn't gone away. If anything it's become worse, being forced to get close to so many people. He could become Patient Zero here.
"I'm looking into magic to cure it here. I dont' know if I believe in magic, but I'm desperate."
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Date: 2022-09-19 02:30 am (UTC)"They did a good job," he says, with a little smile, but it fades.
"I'm infected. Everyone is. When I die, if my friends don't put me down, I'll try to kill them." At least that had been true before he died and came here. The fear of it, the absolute terror of it, hasn't gone away. If anything it's become worse, being forced to get close to so many people. He could become Patient Zero here.
"I'm looking into magic to cure it here. I dont' know if I believe in magic, but I'm desperate."