[These...are not the answers she was expecting. Truthfully she expected him to insist that he didn't know. And she would brush that off, say it was nothing to worry about then. That she wasn't going anywhere on the suspicion that he might be cursed.]
[But it doesn't sound like a curse, it sounds like a sickness. And, somehow, listing the symptoms makes it real to her. Suddenly she's not sure whether it's the wind sending chills down her back or something less natural.]
[Gobbet, what have you gotten yourself into now?]
[She opens and closes her mouth a few times as she tries to find the right words. What can you say to that? What can you say to knowing someone else has endured this for years? That they might still endure it now? That you might endure it yourself, if you're not careful.]
Fuck. I...I'm sorry. I know that doesn't...doesn't do anything.
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[But it doesn't sound like a curse, it sounds like a sickness. And, somehow, listing the symptoms makes it real to her. Suddenly she's not sure whether it's the wind sending chills down her back or something less natural.]
[Gobbet, what have you gotten yourself into now?]
[She opens and closes her mouth a few times as she tries to find the right words. What can you say to that? What can you say to knowing someone else has endured this for years? That they might still endure it now? That you might endure it yourself, if you're not careful.]
Fuck. I...I'm sorry. I know that doesn't...doesn't do anything.