[she nods slowly, takes a big breath, and just seems to...
settle. as if all the panic, decision making, concern were neatly filed away to be dealt with later if at all. so. flesh eating ghosts. it was taken in and accepted, and it was part of reality now. it's an odd thing, but it's something she knows how to do, when otherwise she'd get fully sidelined from what's going on.]
Do you have any idea how many pieces the Captain might have divided himself into? There's the memory you found, the piece Miss Friday has, the one we know...that's three already. Four, if the piece that's talking to Miss Fio has to remain out of sight. Of course, there might be parts we can't get back...then it's a question of if that's akin to amputation, or if things can be somehow repaired.
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settle. as if all the panic, decision making, concern were neatly filed away to be dealt with later if at all. so. flesh eating ghosts. it was taken in and accepted, and it was part of reality now. it's an odd thing, but it's something she knows how to do, when otherwise she'd get fully sidelined from what's going on.]
Do you have any idea how many pieces the Captain might have divided himself into? There's the memory you found, the piece Miss Friday has, the one we know...that's three already. Four, if the piece that's talking to Miss Fio has to remain out of sight. Of course, there might be parts we can't get back...then it's a question of if that's akin to amputation, or if things can be somehow repaired.