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Voice; un: Reaper - April 19

[no_reload]

[Reaper was tired. That was unfortunately the downside of losing all of his mass regeneration that he had acquired with the blood he had consumed. It was gone now, stripped away along with the corruption that had maintained him with a manic energy.

He had spent a lot of time away from the house at the end, consumed by addiction that still chewed at him. Right now, he was too tired for anything of the sort. However, he had made it home, to his room. It wasn't supposed to be a feat yet it felt like it.]

I'm going to have to lean on you to put some food together tonight. I expect Luz and Rapunzel have been taken care of it while I've been out. [He sounded quiet, exhausted.]

[laminae]

[Oh, this is a worrying message.]

Me? [He isn't that much of a cook, though Manabu's lessons have certainly been helping, and Luz and Rapunzel are indeed incredibly competent when it comes to mealtimes.] Why? Um, what's going on?

[This has to be about that message that was posted to the network.]

Are you okay?

[no_reload]

I just... won't be downstairs for a few days.

[He hadn't even been this tired after he had died and suffered from the death flu. Of course, he had been stuck doing minor action for a bit, and he probably needed to stay away from most people to keep a handle on the hunger. It didn't affect those in the household, so it was safe to be here.

He sighed long and deeply.]

I'm tired. Very tired.

[laminae]

Why?

[Fern doesn't hesitate to ask that. Something is obviously going on, and he's worried.]

Does this have to do with - you ambushing that guy? Did you die? Dude, what happened?

[no_reload]

No, I didn't die. That would have been so much easier.

[He groaned softly, adjusting himself where he was sitting on the floor.]

I had help removing some of the corruption that had come over me, then I puked up... so much blood. What a waste.

[laminae]

[That would have been easier...?

Fern cringes.]

Gross, dude. But - does that mean no more corruption? You're okay now?

[no_reload]

There's a bit left, but I have it under control.

[It wasn't as if he had the energy to get up and chase after more of it right now.]

You're a good kid, Fern.

[laminae]

[That's... good, but Reaper isn't in the clear yet.]

Um, thanks. Do you need anything Is there anything I can do to help with the corruption that's still left?

[There has to be.]

[no_reload]

Just take care of everyone here until I can stand for more than a minute at a time. That's what is important.

[He knew Fern could, but he also knew not to put much pressure on.]

And I am here if something comes up. You don't have to go at it alone, alright?

[laminae]

Okay. I can do that. [He can try to do that. Not trying isn't an option here.]

I... I know. But it's hard sometimes, I don't wanna see any of you get hurt.

[no_reload]

Well... this was of my own making, and I'll sort myself out.

You're doing just fine, Fern. You're a good protector.

[laminae]

C'mon man, don't blame yourself for corruption. Pretty sure that'll just make it worse.

Um, thanks. Not sure I totally agree, but it's really encouraging to hear, coming from you.

[no_reload]

I have to. It's my responsibility to be functional. I vowed to protect the household.

You're problem remains confidence. You're better than you give yourself credit.

[laminae]

Maybe... but you also gotta look after yourself. You know we care about you beyond what you can do to protect us, right?

[He feels like he needs to make that clear right now.]

I know, I know I should. I just... don't, usually. It's too hard.

[no_reload]

I know, and I appreciate it. You're all good kids.

[Yes, even the young adults. They were still kids to him given the gulf in age difference.]

It's too hard because you make it so. I knew someone who looked in a mirror every day and said one thing they liked about themself. Maybe you should give it a go.

[laminae]

Hah. We try.

[He isn't going to argue about being called a kid. He still definitely feels like one most of the time.]

Yeah? Did uh, did that work for him? Sounds kind of... hard, coming up with one thing every day.

[no_reload]

[Most of the kids tried to keep out of trouble. This place just happened to bring trouble to the door of all of them one way or another.]

I'm sure there were some repeats. It might have, we never discussed it much.