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[fionnuisce]

[Standing in front of the terminal, Waver looked like hell. More accurately, like he got the hell to a terminal within two minutes of sleep paralysis wearing off. His suit jacket forgotten, the usual sunglasses were hanging off a collared shirt as black as his disheveled, untied hair.]

[Let it never be said Waver Velvet was an unkempt mess; there were just much more important things to consider right now than his personal appearance.]

I have a question. Technically several, though all geared toward the same subject.

Has there yet been any evidence of limits to this place's resurrection capabilities? An upper limit on times one can return, for example?

And what of side effects: has there ever been any indication of lingering illness or other such afflictions?

You'll have to excuse me if these are stupid questions. I hadn't had time or reason to consider the implications of this until now.

Comments

[fionnuisce]

I doubt either of you were thinking straight, and for that matter I'm the idiot that provoked him. Just forget it, Kariya. It's not your fault or even Lancelot's, for that matter.

At any rate, you'd think they might make mistakes in the transferring process. Or perhaps they've done it so much that it's practically foolproof.

[vermicompost]

I was thinking clearly enough. I should have been more careful.

[Not that he believes he was under the curse yet.]

I've never heard of a mistake being made, or things going wrong. The people who saw it being done, or the people who have been here longer, might be able to tell you more. They can do so much, maybe it's nothing to them.

[fionnuisce]

For the last time, forget it. If anyone has any right to start assigning blame, it's me. So if I say 'don't blame yourself like an idiot', then don't blame yourself like an idiot.

Maybe it is. I still haven't seen that apparent recording of the process yet.

[vermicompost]

If you're sure. You're right. I won't, then.

Looking back over past network entries might help. People have had a lot to say about it, I'm sure. Bringing someone back from death is still incredible, even if it happens all the time here.

They even brought back my familiars. [He doesn't feel like naming them, though it doesn't feel right to call them his familiars.]

[fionnuisce]

I'm absolutely certain.

I was going to do that next, if no one had substantial answers. It's remarkable how something practically miraculous seems to be accepted as commonplace here.

[vermicompost]

All right.

[But he's reluctant, as he'd rather heap blame upon his head, as he usually does.]

Diarmuid was very upset, and the last thing I wanted to do was upset him. I just wanted him to be able to rest.

It is miraculous, isn't it? It changes how we live, when we know death isn't permanent. Not that it isn't still traumatic, but we know we'll be back the next day.

[fionnuisce]

I was just concerned and overreacted like an idiot.

But it is remarkable--I was expecting to at least have a headache or something. Post-death hangover, maybe.