e i g h t. ( anon text ) . like playing with fire, i'll get hurt

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( This message comes to the network at 3am, the sign of someone not sleeping, probably having spent one too many nights at Delight's bar to be at all healthy for their liver.

Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )

Are you coping?

( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )

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( Isn't that how it goes. Kate had begun to believe that nothing in this place could hurt her as badly as her own bad judgement did back during the fog, but the events of the last few months have piled.

This was just the final straw, so to speak. )

Not very good at that.

( Clearly, Katherine. )

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that's what everyone thinks. until they start.

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You a shrink or something?

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a what? I'm guessing no -- I've just met a lot of troubled people over the years.

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Therapist. Psychologist.

But I doubt even anyone qualified to sort people out would know what to do with the shit we go through.

( Seriously, who's done a study on the psychological effects of dying? )

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Definitely no, then. What makes them more qualified?

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They go to school for it.

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Hm. My world doesn't even have school, so I don't know what the equivalent would be.

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Someone with training in how brains work?

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Honestly, if it requires using one's brain for good, I don't think many people back home would be qualified. It seems like most of the smarter folk are also malicious.