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[lingeringhope]

This is idiotic. At this rate half of you will die, and it'll be up to me to fix it again. Here.

[Attached to the message is a file containing the coordinates of each coffin. There are only coordinates, no names attached.]

Before you start yelling, no, I don't know who is who. Don't waste your time arguing with me, I won't respond - I've used up enough power on this and Rage's resurrection already. I need to rest. Go save your friends.

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[thechoiceisyours]

[On one hand, that's a lot better than whatever they would've had normally, on the other...]

That's only like a day and a half.

[Come on Fear you can do better than that. Please do better than that.]

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[lingeringfear]

[Hm... well...]

Alright then, double it. Seventy-two.

As long as you promise to be suitably afraid during that time.

[Congrats, Chris, you just negotiated for more time for everyone.]

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[thechoiceisyours]

[He... Totally just realized that that's what is going on and oh god why him.

But okay, think. Obviously the more time the better, but after three days they'd be pretty screwed if not dead already from dehydration anyway and Chris definitely knows when to quit when he's ahead. The last thing he'd want to do is accidentally piss Fear off and have them get less time, so...]

I don't think you're gonna have a problem with people not being afraid.

[He's definitely a little more shaken now than before, though it's more from this conversation than anything else.]

[baths]

Holy shit

[ aka "good job chris!" but with more threat of impending death. ]

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[lingeringfear]

I gathered. There's much more fear now than there has been in any of my past attempts.

Thank you for that.

Is there anything else?

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[thechoiceisyours]

No that's good, thanks

[He wants out of this conversation before he messes something up.]