[ Ephemera goes where Drake leads, drifting through the moment. He feels more than slightly like he's been drugged, or gone half-asleep. His fake eye is still tucked away in his pocket and he remembers how it felt when Felix pressed it back into his hand. Strange, almost solemn. None of this went how he expected. But there's blood on the ground, nonetheless. Another scar for the collection. ]
Cool...
[ He blinks, drifting again. Reminding himself to sit up straighter and not make it harder for Drake. ]
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Cool...
[ He blinks, drifting again. Reminding himself to sit up straighter and not make it harder for Drake. ]
Oh. Me an' Felix went at it.