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[madgoddess]

you call upon Quintessa, the Prime of Life "Whether you are a creation of mine or not, you are welcome here..." ( . audio | video | text | action . )

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[botopsy]

I-- yeah. Thanks for doin' what you did.

[he hadn't been able to remain conscious the entire trip back, but had predictably forced himself upright until he was sure no-one was dying suddenly. lovely comfortable seats to fall asleep in, those shuttles. plus it was fascinating watching quintessa work.]

We can-- we'll be there for her. If she wants us.

[madgoddess]

It is nothing less than my responsibility.

Whether she wants it or not, she will need it. As a physician, surely you must know that the patient does not always know what is best for them.

[botopsy]

Of course. [he remembers his first fight, too. sure would've been nice to have quintessa and her magic around then, even if he still mentally balks at a lot of her whole deal. if only she'd had literally any other name! ah, but that's not her fault. she hasn't done what they did.] I apologise, I don't mean to treat you like a sounding board for my own nonsense.

[he's not fully sure that's entirely what he's doing here.]

I'm-- glad you're alright at any rate. I know we got a bit of a weird history, but I was worried about that sniper damage.

[madgoddess]

I do not mind. Others choose to confide in me; I take it as a welcome connection.

No one would have blamed you if you were unable to heal me, Ratchet.

[botopsy]

No, I suppose not. [he doesn't quite believe that notion, but.] Keep a sample of the poison, if you can? Might as well get started on future antidote shots.