Medium · Endurance ≥ 4
Your heart working overtime, trying to keep up with the panicked synapses firing all over your brain. Moving litres of blood through you, panicking.
Physique
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
473 · Voice lines
Your heart working overtime, trying to keep up with the panicked synapses firing all over your brain. Moving litres of blood through you, panicking.
Yes, you're beginning to see the world for what it is, even through the mental fog. And yourself, too -- what you've made yourself into.
Don't get too excited. Clarity is still many months away for you -- difficult, confusing, very emotional months. Shall we keep going?
No. Well, it might be, but you don't have your badge, so how would you know? Try again.
No. Check your badge. Is it your birthday? No, it's not. Try again.
You've shown you can get through two days of detox. You can certainly endure a little more...
You're going to feel all kinds of contradictory, confusing things for months to come. But don't get discouraged -- you just have to keep going, right foot in front of left, left foot in front of right...
No, you don't. You're well into detoxing now. Reality is beginning to come into focus -- just look around.
No, you don't. It's been too long since this has happened for you to recognize the feeling.
It takes a while for that shit to get out of your system, and for reality to come back into focus.
Of course. It's been too long since this has happened for you to recognize the feeling.
...and together we will walk the waste land of reality. Because even if you haven't had your last drink or your last line, you will never really, truly enjoy either again.
Maybe don't beat yourself any more though? You're not immortal.
Or maybe it's just his body and mind giving up on him, at last...