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[ARTHUR SOUNDS LIKE SHIT. Like, idk, he's got a magic frost fever thing. Hilariously, it makes him sound a bit like Rex without his ventilator. GO GO TWIN POWERS.]

Dionysus-- my inmate-- he's on the loose. [COUGH HACK.] Frost powers.

Do whatever you have to and take him down to zero. If he-- [HACK.] puts up a fight... shoot him in his... goddamn... head...

[Private to Eames]
Might be dying. Need a way out.

[Public because SOMEBODYYYY wanted it.]
[Arthur sounds miffed. And still sick.] Couldn't even go one goddamn week?

[OOC: Arthur's been rescued by Wally, so he's in the infirmary, DYING OF PLAGUE and what have you, and he'll probably find some way to off himself if given the opportunity-- that is, if he figures out he's going to die anyway. IT IS MORE EFFICIENT TO SKIP RIGHT TO THE DEATH TOLL.]

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Thanks. I mean it.

[Capa really hadn't liked this idea. He didn't enjoy the thought of leading his friend to his death, but it was better than suffering slowly. After Arthur revived, the scientist stayed with him, scribbling in a notebook next to him. ]

((ooc: I can edit if need be. Dunno if Arthur would have wanted to return to the infirmary or not so YAY FOR VAGUE.))

[Arthur, for his part, wasn't looking forward to scrubbing his own brains out of the shower, but hey. Plague gone. Now he was finally regaining consciousness in the comfort of his own bed. He slowly opened one eye, surprised to find that Capa was still there.]

Hey.

[Capa looked up from the chair when he heard Arthur's voice.]

Hey. How's your head? [Of course, he could guess the answer, but it was nice to ask. especially after he had, oh so thoughtfully, cleaned..most...of the shower while Arthur had been out.]

I brought you some water. [Capa's cure for everything.]

Surprisingly... Better than it was. [That was something of a lie. But it would get better after a day or so.]

Thanks. [He reached over to grasp it, having to practically force his arm to cooperate.] For everything, I mean.

[Capa reached over to help unscrew the top. In doing so, he simply migrated to the bed, sitting on the edge.]

There was no need for you to keep suffering.

[Arthur shifted to give Capa more room to sit. Now that his cabin was his real apartment, instead of that dreamed up hotel room, he had his nice, big bed back. There was plenty of room to share.]

Yeah... [He laughed dryly.] Not if you ask my inmate. [And he took a drink.]

[Capa leaned back on his hands when Arthur moved and shook his head.] That's why I don't ask your inmate anything. [He sighed.]

That's why I'm asking you. What exactly happened?

He made up some bullshit about the infirmary being in danger. I let him in, and he... [He took another drink and waved a hand.] Encased me in ice. I'm not even joking.

[He drank a bit more. The water felt like a life saver.]

I hate him. I'm pretty sure that's a conflict of interest.

[Capa made a face at that. He felt that this place was so...ridiculous. So outside the norm of reality, that he didn't have any place to stand on.]

I'm sure it is, too. You can't help someone if you hate them.

Are you going to ask to be resorted?

Yeah. [He drank and then moved to set the water down.] Probably. [He looked at Capa wearily.] Think that's a bad idea?

[Capa automatically reached out to take it so it wouldn't spill.]

I don't know. He's your inmate. He's also a murdering bastard. But if you don't think you can help him, then there's absolutely no reason for you to continue in this.

You might just be making him worse. [He didn't intend for that to be insulting, of course. But that was just a possibility to Capa.]

[Arthur wasn't insulted, honestly. Far from it; it was something he was wondering himself.]

It's not even that I can't. [Arthur yawned.] It's that I don't want to.

Which means that you can't. You have to want to at least try or you're never going to get anywhere. [Capa started to stand at that yawn.]

You need to sleep. Do you want me to go? [Now that he was alive, Capa really wasn't sure if he was needed anymore.]

[He nodded, rolling onto his side to get more comfortable.] Yeah, that's... my concern.

[Then, he looked up at Capa.] I wouldn't mind company. [And, Capa, you're basically the only person he'd say that to.] But you should probably... look after Hayley.

She'll ask if she needs me. The last I heard, she was with someone else. [Which would change soon. He just doesn't know that yet. He reached over to grab his notebook, as he's comfortable on the bed now, and pulled it into his lap.]

Besides, I like the quiet in here.

[He smiled a little.] You could almost forget there's a murderous rampage right now.

Almost. [Capa made a few notes in his notebook and then gave up for the moment, tossing it back onto the chair. He had too many thoughts running around in his head at the moment to focus. Instead, he turned to look down at Arthur.]

Sleep...or I'm going to drag your ass back to the infirmary.

[Arthur yawned again.] Yeah, yeah... [And he shut his eyes.] Demanding...

[ZZZZZZZ.]

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