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late firaseri; voice

[semicharmed]

Hey!

[ The voice is familiar, if Himeka chooses to let it in. Its psychic slurring, liquor-soaked and pleasantly thoughtless, maybe slightly less so. ]

Himeka ... are you okay? You're alive?

[aquaveiled]

[ Now this is unexpected... Not all of her interactions with the Kenoma in Achamoth were unpleasant and Matt's would certainly fall in that category, but she still wouldn't have anticipated him reaching out. Let alone with such...excitement?

But oh, she knows that heady feeling, having been at the bottom of the bottle plenty of times herself. When she finally takes her shard out to receive the communion it becomes quite clear:

He's sloshed. ]

I'm alive, yes. [ "Okay", she's working on. ] You are...having a good time, hm?

[semicharmed]

I'm drinking, [ Matt answers pleasantly. Is that agreement or a correction? It's hard to tell. ] It's like medicine, except it actually feels good on the way down.

[ That's what a guy adjusting to limb loss has to do in a world without NSAIDS. To say nothing of the moral dissonance that comes from meeting this place's demands. ]