"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
[Rincewind shirks into himself. Chilton's only trying to look out for him, the way he's always done, without Rincewind's asking him to. He knows how much he owes to Chilton. Maeve was only the most recent example - the doctor's stepped forward for him more than that, proven himself a true friend.
Maybe he's right - maybe it's only that he can see it, and you can't. Maybe you've let yourself feel too safe.
He doesn't answer. Instead, after a moment, he asks:]
What is it you meant? When you said he had your face, er. Collapse?
[he'd known Chilton was set up and injured as a result, but "collapse" was not a word that was used then.]
If he denied his gambit now, it would make him look unreliable before Rincewind -- and at a time when reliability was most prized. Backtracking would cost dearly, and Chilton was already too emotionally invested.]
I was shot. In the face. The bullet entered through my cheek, it shattered my left infraorbital foramen and fractured the zygomatic bone. Crushed my eye lens.
And then exited through my skull, just beneath the brain.
[not knowing the medical terminology doesn't lessen Rincewind's understanding: Chilton got fucked.]
How - how did you even heal from that? Was it a healer from here? Someone with magic? I just mean that you can't even tell now, but of course it still had to be bloody awful for you, ye gods.
Yes. Exactly that. How is that confusing? If ever I export again only to re-import -- you know, any healing done here, it's all undone. I would have to go through all of that again.
I - I didn't have any ideas, as such. That is, if you've got an idea, then certainly, absolutely, but I meant more that I'd think about it, you know. And if one came up.
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Date: 2017-04-29 03:36 am (UTC)Maybe he's right - maybe it's only that he can see it, and you can't. Maybe you've let yourself feel too safe.
He doesn't answer. Instead, after a moment, he asks:]
What is it you meant? When you said he had your face, er. Collapse?
[he'd known Chilton was set up and injured as a result, but "collapse" was not a word that was used then.]
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Date: 2017-04-29 03:44 am (UTC)If he denied his gambit now, it would make him look unreliable before Rincewind -- and at a time when reliability was most prized. Backtracking would cost dearly, and Chilton was already too emotionally invested.]
I was shot. In the face. The bullet entered through my cheek, it shattered my left infraorbital foramen and fractured the zygomatic bone. Crushed my eye lens.
And then exited through my skull, just beneath the brain.
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Date: 2017-04-29 04:47 am (UTC)[not knowing the medical terminology doesn't lessen Rincewind's understanding: Chilton got fucked.]
How - how did you even heal from that? Was it a healer from here? Someone with magic? I just mean that you can't even tell now, but of course it still had to be bloody awful for you, ye gods.
...I'm sorry. Really.
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Date: 2017-04-29 04:54 am (UTC)I wear make-up.
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Date: 2017-04-29 05:25 am (UTC)[debatable.]
I'm just still a bit confused. You mean you've still got a wound... that you just... hide?
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Date: 2017-04-29 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-29 05:41 am (UTC)You must be very good at makeup.
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Date: 2017-04-29 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-29 05:31 pm (UTC)[there, a little levity. How it should be between them.]
...So you aren't still upset at me?
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Date: 2017-04-29 05:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-29 05:34 pm (UTC)Well... I'll attempt to make it up to you. Now that we're both awake.
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Date: 2017-04-29 05:51 pm (UTC)Right, exactly.
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Date: 2017-04-29 07:03 pm (UTC)