Cyril Lavellan (
samahl) wrote in
driftfleet2018-11-24 12:14 pm
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Who: Cyril Lavellan
Broadcast: Open
Action: SS Starduck
When: Afternoon
[Cyril seems much better to anyone who happened to see him during his bender. He's put together once more, perfectly groomed and wearing something that compliments his frame. He seems cheerful, though a little thoughtful.]
I think I have a rather morbid question to ask, but one I find myself dwelling on recently. Bear with me...
If you knew you were facing your death, perhaps through illness or some magic that was slowly tainting your body, what would be the one thing you'd want to do?
When I try to think of my answer, all that comes to mind are lewd, shallow things. For once, perhaps, I'd like my answer to have more meaning. Perhaps hearing what you would do will help?
Broadcast: Open
Action: SS Starduck
When: Afternoon
[Cyril seems much better to anyone who happened to see him during his bender. He's put together once more, perfectly groomed and wearing something that compliments his frame. He seems cheerful, though a little thoughtful.]
I think I have a rather morbid question to ask, but one I find myself dwelling on recently. Bear with me...
If you knew you were facing your death, perhaps through illness or some magic that was slowly tainting your body, what would be the one thing you'd want to do?
When I try to think of my answer, all that comes to mind are lewd, shallow things. For once, perhaps, I'd like my answer to have more meaning. Perhaps hearing what you would do will help?

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That's very admirable, and I'm sure they would want to be with you too. If they knew it was the last they'd be with you.
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But that's a little cruel, perhaps, for them to know it. I've thought before of how much I would suffer if it were me instead. If it were me, waiting on his death. So it's not a very nice thing of me to say.
So I'll tell you that I understand what it is to want a different want. To desire for yourself to desire different things.
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It's enough to almost make me wish I believed in an afterlife.
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