[After whatever the hell this is, I take a few seconds to assess the situation and myself.
Hythlodaeus may very well be dead. If he's not, he's doing a pretty passable impression of it--and I've seen some dead people in my time. Hell, I've been some dead people.
But even if he is, it won't last. He still made one hell of a fucking mess on his way out, though. And it... certainly made an impact. Maybe not the one he meant to have--but, well, it wouldn't be the first time, and I'm long past any kind of shame about what kind of monster I can be.
My other problem, though, is that by pretty much any moral framework worth a damn, informing Solus is now my responsibility.
So I spend a few minutes doing some gesture sketches of the scene--luckily the live feed doesn't appear to be on any kind of timer, and it's not like Hythlodaeus is getting any more or less dead while I draw.
Then I attach the file to a text and send it to Solus' Gear number with a short message.]
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Hythlodaeus may very well be dead. If he's not, he's doing a pretty passable impression of it--and I've seen some dead people in my time. Hell, I've been some dead people.
But even if he is, it won't last. He still made one hell of a fucking mess on his way out, though. And it... certainly made an impact. Maybe not the one he meant to have--but, well, it wouldn't be the first time, and I'm long past any kind of shame about what kind of monster I can be.
My other problem, though, is that by pretty much any moral framework worth a damn, informing Solus is now my responsibility.
So I spend a few minutes doing some gesture sketches of the scene--luckily the live feed doesn't appear to be on any kind of timer, and it's not like Hythlodaeus is getting any more or less dead while I draw.
Then I attach the file to a text and send it to Solus' Gear number with a short message.]
Go home.