An actual threat to my life. [ he says as if it's nothing. ] As if dying permanently is an option here. Perhaps for some of us.

[ not that he'll confess he's died once already. the way a mad doctor's electric powers practically break his equipment from the autoloader to the technical implants in his body. far worse than what ms. paquette's fences can do despite knowing he has no doubt she can reach his potential eventually. fingers squeeze between each other as he recalls the encounter with dr. carter — he needs to give the man his "gift" eventually.

august's gaze shifts to wendy settling down on the bed. good. she must rest before they continue on. at least a few hours before they continue on, or when the weather finally stops so they can leave the realm again through the front door. the dogs he can handle with the whistler even while carrying her with it being a smart gun. ]

Do those in your work place return like the unlucky ones, or not?