[There's a strange near-melancholy that settles over him after that, because The Waiting Game isn't exactly a kind one and he's had a creeping fear for quite a while that things are only going to get harder. At the very least, he doesn't seem to take offense to the way she's talking about his own weird shit. It's still easier to deal with than an actual physical scar; he can only imagine how invasive that would feel.
But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]
Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...
[ She doesn't want to bombard anyone. Especially people she knows that are struggling as well. Elizabeth will, however, pull out a piece of paper and write down "grell sutcliffe" and hands it over. ]
Talk to Grell. She's a medical professional and has been trying to help people with any ... weird, flare ups. I don't think she — or any scientist, honestly — can help you but. [ A pause. ] If anything starts hurting, she can provide relief.
[ But, this wasn't what he wanted, was it? He didn't want a way to 'fix' himself. She frowns a bit. ]
I haven't found much to do myself on the matter, so — it feels shitty. Very shitty. At the very least, see if Grell needs help. She's getting run thin by all of the people scared and needing anonymity.
[When she hands the paper over and mentions that name, Kashuu makes a little sound of surprise.]
Oh—! I know Grell. She's a good friend. [They bonded over fashion and red being The Best Color Hands Down one day when he stopped her randomly on the sidewalk and asked to draw her hair... #aesthetic.]
It's nice that we have options like that though, yeah. Even if this whole situation sucks, it's... I mean, it also sucks that we're all stuck here together? But it's probably better than if it was just a few of us having to deal with all of this alone.
[The fact that their number seems to be growing isn't really comforting either, though...]
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But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]
Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...
[Bad?? Bad. Feels bad, man.]
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[ She doesn't want to bombard anyone. Especially people she knows that are struggling as well. Elizabeth will, however, pull out a piece of paper and write down "grell sutcliffe" and hands it over. ]
Talk to Grell. She's a medical professional and has been trying to help people with any ... weird, flare ups. I don't think she — or any scientist, honestly — can help you but. [ A pause. ] If anything starts hurting, she can provide relief.
[ But, this wasn't what he wanted, was it? He didn't want a way to 'fix' himself. She frowns a bit. ]
I haven't found much to do myself on the matter, so — it feels shitty. Very shitty. At the very least, see if Grell needs help. She's getting run thin by all of the people scared and needing anonymity.
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Oh—! I know Grell. She's a good friend. [They bonded over fashion and red being The Best Color Hands Down one day when he stopped her randomly on the sidewalk and asked to draw her hair... #aesthetic.]
It's nice that we have options like that though, yeah. Even if this whole situation sucks, it's... I mean, it also sucks that we're all stuck here together? But it's probably better than if it was just a few of us having to deal with all of this alone.
[The fact that their number seems to be growing isn't really comforting either, though...]