09 ⚓ Video ⚓ I had to wander on sick and sorry till the gods delivered me from evil

[hearrrtofgold]

[Backdated to the second day of the flood]
[He's flushed. Duke's skin is streaked with pink, sweaty and feverish, and he looks like he baked in the sun too long. Clearly moving is not easy right now - he's groaning even as he sets the communicator down. For a second he fixes it with a consternated stare, and lifts his hands up for examination.]

I don't know what's going on or if you're - burning it or what. But can you stop it? Ice water. My only request.

[Private to Rogue]

There's something here that belongs to you. [He has no idea if she can even see this - he suspects not - but pans the feed over the miniature Rogue. It's intact, except for its eyes - the irises are both scratched out, porcelain cracked. He just couldn't stand it staring at him.] I'm so sorry.

It's not… This isn't like me.

Comments

[hearrrtofgold]

Good.

Well not good. But better than if you were doing this.

[deadly_ned]

I would never do this. It's cruel.

[hearrrtofgold]

Have you ever done something like this before during a flood?

[deadly_ned]

During a port, once. Sometimes I'm not as good a person as I should be.

[hearrrtofgold]

Yeah, you're not alone in that.

[deadly_ned]

But I wouldn't hurt you. Not like that.

I'll look for your doll.

[hearrrtofgold]

Never thought you would.

[Not normally, at any rate. And neither would he, to Rogue's, which makes it even worse.]

Thanks.

[deadly_ned]

You're welcome.

Try to distract yourself, in the, uhm. Meantime.