mk.05 (text)

[paraclete]

Who: Kaworu Nagisa, anyone else!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: his bunk, the Vanquish
When: this afternoon

Need advice for when one's body is trying to kill oneself

[Shipmates may notice how he hasn't left his bunk but a couple of times in the entirety of this past week. This means he's been of no use as an engineer, which is bad news considering this mysterious bug business. Even without that, he should at least be tending to the ship's overhead lights, which have been flickering on occasion... (The particularly astute might note that this seems to coincide with the muffled sounds of what could be... sneezes?)

But, alas, he is dying. He's pretty sure of it.]


(augment glitch = baby's first flu!)

Comments

[beathach]

I wouldn't go that far.

[he's certainly spoken to a lot of people in the past few months, between here and another world, more than he has in the last ten years before that. It wasn't as easy as it once was, either; he's never been good with people, too awkward and too caught up in his career, then too caught up in his misery. Whatever social skills he has now, they're fairly new and still rusty.

But it's easier to speak from experience, and that's really all he has to offer. Experience and sympathy, when the world seems to be against you. It isn't as if he'll go into why he felt that way either - it's far too personal, and the story behind it too much to tell to just anyone yet - but that doesn't really matter in the long run anyway]

I've just - gone through something similar, that's all.