Pestilentem PC: Childermass + Blade

[justscribing]

Take the fucking leg you miserable English man.

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[atouts]

[ When the future is unknown, would you really give up? No, Childermass would not. Logically, he knows this. He strives to survive and reach his goals no matter what, and to do otherwise may as well be as good as death, but what if he is dead? What if he is alive? He can't be without a leg if he is alive, or—!

The blueprints crinkle faintly under Childermass's fingers, but he won't damage them. It's a very faint motion, a very faint sound, and he resorts to staring at them again. ]

I am not used to not knowing things. [ Because he always knows, has to know. It got him this far in life. ] I despise it, having no clue what's coming, with my own life, with Magi, with all of this.

[ But he's afraid, too. What if this distraction means something slips through? That they miss something important? Or would having the idea spurned be just as distracting? ]

It is why I cannot go with you, Blade, even if I may be dead... Just as you cannot come to England with me, I have my own duties that I cannot abandon... [ And for that two work? He'll need two legs. ] Fine. Make the leg. You will stand here arguing until you're blue in the face otherwise.

[0202]

[Blade is clearly Not Happy with Childermass preferring to go off to somewhere he might be dead, AGAIN, but accepting the leg is process at least.]

We'll see what happens once we deal with everything here. But this should help you a lot in the meantime.

[It's just one leg, how long can it take to make? Ten minutes?]

[justscribing]

[Sometimes what someone holds onto matters enough to be worth the risk of death. Alhaitham understands that--if Childermass was certainly dead it'd be a different story.

But he's not. So he hasn't let go of hope. A man who could read fate would feel blind when forced to act on the unknown. But Childermass has never needed to be held back by such things.

Alhaitham's lips curl, just a bit smug.] I'm glad we've come to an agreement. I already have some thoughts on how to get the right pieces to have a prototype ready for you. One you can test and give feedback so we can refine the final design.

[They'll have that done by Wednesday evening and deliver it. Whether that's because Alhaitham hyperfixated so he didn't have to think about [redacted] is between him and Magi.]

[atouts]

[ Wow, Alhaitham, [redacted]? Really? Hmmm. ]

Yes... We will see what happens, won't we?

[ Until then, who's to say what will happen? Who will survive? Will they win, lose, will all their worlds be ravaged by the illness regardless? Will they even get a chance to argue over whether he should or should not return to England? He'll give his head a tired shake and eye Alhaitham. ]

Try not to look too smug, young man. It will give you wrinkles. [ And heaven forbid Alhaitham lose his good looks. No one would put up with the ego otherwise. ] You can fetch me from this place when it is ready to test. I do not plan on being much of anywhere else.