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[arclightning]

[ Long silences, indeed. Mako lets that settle. Tries to imagine asking someone to do it, if things got bad, and is glad, suddenly for Chloe, and for her understanding. ]

...yeah. If it comes to that, that would be the best thing to do. I don't know if I could...

[ He swallows, and goes quiet. ]

Is there anything I can set on fire?

[tagartist]

[ She gives a small grunt of sorts of acknowledgement. Mercy killing isn't exactly the easiest of conversations and his agreement to it was at least all she was really looking for. ]

Piles of flammable shit. Pyromaniacs wet dream, probably. Flame dream? That feels less contradictory.

[arclightning]

Flame dream.

[ Mako snorts darkly to himself, a huff of breath that makes static crackle along the line. ]

Sounds perfect.

[ Literally all he wants to do is set things on fire. Especially since he feels like he's burning up from the inside right now. Fever isn't fun when you've never had one before. ]

[tagartist]

I know, I know, I'm a fuckin' genius.

[ There's the sound of her keys jingling on the other end as she grabs them. ]

I'll be there in like fifteen minutes. You gonna need help sneaking out? I'm sure you've got a whole gaggle of people telling you to stay in bed and rest.

[arclightning]

Yes, please. I can't take any more of this. They want me to stay here for a month.

[ Thank you Chloe you get him, save him from this soft, comforting, kind hell. ]

[tagartist]

The cabin fever's worse than the fucking death flu. I'm a master at jail breaks, just make sure your window's unlocked.

[ She gives him a wink before going to shut off her end of the feed. ]