[So much for that. Well. Maybe Rich would prefer it that way, anyway. Can't really ask, anymore.
Uneasy, he drops his palms and shifts on the spot and mirrors Yusuke's tight smile, breathes out in a grim little huff. Short and subdued.]
Good company, at least. If you are, then so am I.
[Wouldn't be the first time this place made with the illusions and hallucinations and whatnot. At this point...nothing to do but roll with the punches.
(Though now, with the shock fading and the immediate confusion settled down, he's got to wonder. It feels at least a little like the teleport tech the Orbiters use to get them from point a to point b. Even if it is...what for? Covering their tracks?)
Mystery that it is, it's honestly fallen quite a few rungs down the matter of priority, right now. Richie's up and gone, however it happened, but Yusuke's not. Kid's a real mess. Rather than spend more time grasping at straws, twisting themselves into knots about what they can't change and won't make sense of, here— Boxer claps him carefully on the shoulder again and cants his head back the way they came.]
How about we get you cleaned up a little? See if things don't start making a little more sense.
[Get him off his feet and away from the boiling point for a minute. He won't insist Yusuke leaves the cleanup efforts here and now—even if he's not far from suggesting it, anyway. But if nothing else, the kid needs a sit down and a second to process. Maybe a little of the first aid they're passing around for good measure.]
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Uneasy, he drops his palms and shifts on the spot and mirrors Yusuke's tight smile, breathes out in a grim little huff. Short and subdued.]
Good company, at least. If you are, then so am I.
[Wouldn't be the first time this place made with the illusions and hallucinations and whatnot. At this point...nothing to do but roll with the punches.
(Though now, with the shock fading and the immediate confusion settled down, he's got to wonder. It feels at least a little like the teleport tech the Orbiters use to get them from point a to point b. Even if it is...what for? Covering their tracks?)
Mystery that it is, it's honestly fallen quite a few rungs down the matter of priority, right now. Richie's up and gone, however it happened, but Yusuke's not. Kid's a real mess. Rather than spend more time grasping at straws, twisting themselves into knots about what they can't change and won't make sense of, here— Boxer claps him carefully on the shoulder again and cants his head back the way they came.]
How about we get you cleaned up a little? See if things don't start making a little more sense.
[Get him off his feet and away from the boiling point for a minute. He won't insist Yusuke leaves the cleanup efforts here and now—even if he's not far from suggesting it, anyway. But if nothing else, the kid needs a sit down and a second to process. Maybe a little of the first aid they're passing around for good measure.]