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mayfield_rpg2012-03-16 11:27 pm
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the kind you can't suffer quietly
[1767 Beaver, closed to
doctor_despot]
[Dist awakens with a start, suddenly clearheaded. He can think again, has true hold of his intellect again... it's like water to a man who's been trapped in the desert. He even bends over in his bed, placing his hands on his temples and breathing. Freedom. It had never felt so... relieving.]
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[Dist awakens with a start, suddenly clearheaded. He can think again, has true hold of his intellect again... it's like water to a man who's been trapped in the desert. He even bends over in his bed, placing his hands on his temples and breathing. Freedom. It had never felt so... relieving.]
no subject
no subject
no subject
Yes. There's nothing you can do. Dist.
no subject
[Just a simple declaration while he's still able to speak of his own free will. So simple, in fact, that it's both an accusation and a direct address to the Doctor, wholly defining him in one word.]