Isn't it weird that I got sent here for a year and it was right before things fell apart? Pretty much as soon as I got here I met Phillip, who was in my last life. And then I met you. You got numbers almost right after I got here, right? I got here beginning of January.
Don't you think it's weird that we're drawn here? I'm not saying it's fate or destiny or a higher power, but I am saying I got here right on time to lend a hand. I have friends here now. I have enough people here--and I want to find things out. I had an echo when the snake attacked. I need to know why.
[He might as well give Ken the full list of motivations.
He's here. He has to keep fighting. So long as he can help people, he's going to fight.]
[He sits back up. The nurse isn't here yet. He sits back up and he's wearing ugly hospital scrubs and he misses his usual stupid orange jacket because it was too large and made him feel a little safe.]
And if you'd used your persona without me nearby you would've been killed by the snakes. I would've been hurt one way or another, but you healed me. That's how teams work. Together. Got it?
[He's sure Matthias will regret that decision. He's worried Matthias will come to dislike him, one day, because he'll get in the way. What if Matt takes another blow for him and is seriously hurt, next time?]
[And he's still exhausted. With Matt next to him, he lets himself fall sideways, against his friend's arm, clinging to Matt's calling him a friend to let himself believe that they really are friends and by the time the nurse comes again he's half asleep where he's sitting.]
shaky handwriting, black pen, the evening of june 1st
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