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[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Will's been missing for a little while now. Hard times hit and just being able to pretend he could cope was no longer an option. After considerable thought and a short conversation with Confusion, Will decided drastic action was needed.

His memory has been tampered with, Will can no longer recall anything that happened to him after Hope resurrected him... Save from a few blurred memories of being fed his own heart by Hannibal, which was nice...

So there he was, standing in the middle of the street, blood splattered across his face, a knife in his hand and a confused look in his eyes. Sure, it looked bad and considering his history it could have been catastrophic, even Will didn't seem to know what he was doing. ]

This place doesn't seem real but I don't feel like I'm dreaming anymore... I don't know what's going on.

[ Looking up at the twin suns in the sky, their rays reflecting against his dirty glasses. He was more confused now than he had ever been. ]

People are missing- -dead... Are we not underground? I remember robots and fighting.

[ He starts to shake, nerves and shock kicking in. Slipping his glasses from his face and covering his eyes. That's right, he'd went through with this drastic change just before the Null attacked, memories were mixing, it was hard to focus.]

I can't find Winston or my foxes... I can't...

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[aroundthecoroner]

You ate your own heart.

[He is less than convinced, but then again, this is Hadriel.]

Concussions don't usually make people hallucinate, but I guess they can. I'd say see a doctor but it's not like we have MRI machines here.

[It's less that he's dismissing it and more that he doesn't have the patience lately. You get a pass for now, Will. On that front, at least.]

Maybe you've been eating monsters? Might explain the blood. That or you just killed somebody.

[Speaking of not having patience.]

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Oh it was true alright. Hannibal had cut it out just after he killed him. Managed to preserve it. Apparently, Hope could bring you back intact, yet leave old parts behind.

Still, it's best he doesn't believe him. ]

I think maybe I'll just try and sleep it off. Give me a few days to come around. Feels like I've lost in the wilds for far too long.

[ Will froze. The fear kicking in. That or you just killed somebody. The words stirred up far too many emotions for Will to handle. His face twisted awkwardly as he tried to process what was real and what was not. ]

I er, I... I think, er I was attacked perhaps... Yea, I've been in the tunnels so...

[aroundthecoroner]

[Whoops. Michael knows that expression. Seeing it on someone else should probably spark more in him, should get the attention of a certain something, but it doesn't. The Visitor is silent still, and he himself has no urge to do anything about the possibility that Will might've killed someone.

Well. Alright.]

Yeah, that's probably it. Which is impressive, that you fought off monsters while you were out of it.

[He'll let Will have a pass on that excuse. It's about as plausible as anything.]

You should probably get cleaned up and make sure you're not hurt. And eat some real food. Drink some water, but watch where you get it from. The gods are influencing it.

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Seems like Will was wrong, this was his lucky day. If he knew what kind of bullet he just dodged, he would have been thanking lucky stars!

Nodding in agreement with all of Michael's advice. It seemed so simple really, just proved the point that Will wasn't himself due to exposure. ]

The water? Great... Just what I need. And er, Michael, is it? ... Thanks.

[aroundthecoroner]

Yeah, don't drink from around the wrong temple.

[He should probably feel something about the Visitor's silence. Relieved, maybe? But it's not gone, it's not controlled, it's just all mixed up in his head, like they were in some kind of horrible teleportation accident. Ugh.]

Yeah, it's Michael. No problem.