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Quentin Smith, 23

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[pharmacy]

It's the crazy bit on your mind, which makes it a little special. Look, Fifty, do you wanna get a drink or something? [ Last he heard from Gabe, though, the drinking seemed like it was maybe a little much. ] Or--I dunno, I've got time to take like a day trip out if you wanna see the Peaks or something? What's going on with you? 

[minuteofangle]

Nothing's going on with me. Nothing at all. And I need to sober up anyway.

Forget I asked. I'm in a mood.

[pharmacy]

Sure. I'll just forget. It's that easy. Where are you having your mood? 

[minuteofangle]

You're just gonna keep asking until I spit it out, huh?

[ He has that feeling. There's a sigh. ]

Down by the river.

[pharmacy]

Alone? Helluva way to be sober.

[minuteofangle]

It's a work in progress.

[ There's a sigh. ]

I fucked up, kid.

[pharmacy]

[ Deep breath in, a look at his reading for today to decide that...yeah, he's not gonna be able to focus on this anymore. Might as well take a walk. ]

How fucked up?

[minuteofangle]

The kind where I start asking about resurrection.

[pharmacy]

[ His immediate concern had been for Gabe's own well-being. That concern sours in his gut as he realizes the implication. ]

Who?

[minuteofangle]

His name's Daryl.

[ Gabe's voice is quiet. He'd rather not feel anything about this. He's taken lives before and never thought of them again. But this one is different. ]

[pharmacy]

What, did he insult your mom or something?

[ He'd seen Gabe squabble with Joan, been on the tremulous edge of his knife. But Daryl is no one to sniff at for violence. Not an easy guy to put down, nor to get in a fight with. Quentin presses, arch: ]

What did you do?

[minuteofangle]

I was asleep.

[ His tone is very flat. ]

I think he tried to wake me up.

[pharmacy]

Christ, Fifty. Christ, Fifty. When? Where's the body? Is he in--is he in one piece?

[minuteofangle]

Couple hours. He’s in one piece.

[pharmacy]

Where.

[minuteofangle]

In the woods.

[ He exhales. What’s the point in excuses, or dodging? ]

Hid him under a tree, covered in deadfall.

[pharmacy]

Dig him up. Or leave a sign, or something, somebody needs to get him back to the castle. 

Maybe you should. 

[minuteofangle]

I can dig him up, but I can't drag him back.

[ His tech isn't working. Hasn't been for a while today, and the brush is too goddamn thick. ]

[pharmacy]

Good enough, as long as someone finds him. You need to tell the church. You have to be tried.

[minuteofangle]

I'll sit with him.

[ Mostly, Gabe just sounds tired. ]

Rest is what it is.

[pharmacy]

If you don't make official amends, the people that care about him will make amends themselves. Are you cool with that?

[minuteofangle]

What does that mean here?

[pharmacy]

You've met the other Void-touched. It could mean anything. What would you do if justice was left in your hands?

[minuteofangle]

[ He puffs out a breath. There's a hint of something like laughter across the connection, soft and bitter. How else do these things end, really? ]

Mhmm. Probably they kill me.

[ So it goes. ]

[pharmacy]

Unless Daryl comes back and tells people to lay off. If you report to the church, they'll temper it. Usually.