[ Some time after Temenos' impromptu meeting, Billy gets this DM: ]
Mister Butcher? I'm sorry to bother you like this when we've never spoken. But you found Merlin's body, didn't you? I was hoping you could meet me to talk for a bit.
[Huh. Billy wasn't expecting to get texted at this hour, especially not by someone he hasn't talked to who seemed a bit more delicate. Still, natural to be curious about the dead body, he figures.]
At bar in 5 talk there
[He's old, and this feels like a face to face conversation.
Sure enough, Billy can be found in the bar area with what appears to be ginger ale with a little umbrella in it.]
[ Face to face is a relief, compared to grappling with the tiny buttons on the slightly frustrating device. But it's a little daunting that she can't hide her gloomy expression behind impersonal text. Psyche tries for a small polite smile as she settles onto the seat next to Billy, but only for a second. ]
I... can't say I knew him very well. I suppose none of us really do. We talked, a bit. Maybe if I'd thought to ask him more, I would have realized he wanted to confront them himself.
[Hm. Well, Psyche seems awfully affected by Merlin dying despite not knowing him very well. She must be pretty civilian-level, possibly on the first person she's seen die, or she's just a bit of bleeding heart.]
Doubt you'd have stopped him even if y'did know. Old git woulda called 'em either way, so you mighta gotten yourself offed gettin' involved in that.
[It's the truth, but also an attempt to keep her from doing something dumb like blaming herself. Not that he has much reference for if it's working, he's never been the guy to comfort people.]
[ Psyche pauses, cocking her head slightly. She'd been braced for him being callous about everything -- it's more what she expects, in these circumstances -- but that sounds like reassurance. ]
Logically... I know you're right. I just can't understand why he did it. He warned me not to think lightly of them, and then he went alone anyway...
[ But it's not like anyone else can tell her what Merlin was thinking. She draws in a deep breath and plows ahead. ]
I wanted to ask you about his wounds. From the way you talked at the meeting, you've seen death before, haven't you?
Hm. Wounds’re more or less what we said at the meetin—one of those admin pricks did somethin’ to put a bunch of holes in him that weren’t so deep they ran him through but plenty to bleed him dry.
But you’d be right—seen a few blokes kick it from unnatural causes.
You're probably more experienced than me. I was hoping... I wanted to know if you thought it was quick. I know it's a strange thing to ask. [ And probably sounds like she's either fishing for comfort or has a grotesque fascination, so she's quick to add: ] I want to know how to keep this from happening again. I might not be able to heal as much as I should, but...
[Oh. Is that what she's after? There are a couple reasons someone would want to know, but...oh, she can heal people. Guess that's a practical enough reason.]
Mm. Judgin' by just how many of those he had, doubt Merlin coulda lasted more than five minutes tops bleedin' out like that. Don't think there's much y'could have done unless the healin' you've got is an instant patch-up.
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week 1, post investigation - dm
Mister Butcher? I'm sorry to bother you like this when we've never spoken. But you found Merlin's body, didn't you? I was hoping you could meet me to talk for a bit.
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At bar in 5 talk there
[He's old, and this feels like a face to face conversation.
Sure enough, Billy can be found in the bar area with what appears to be ginger ale with a little umbrella in it.]
Psyche, was it? Y'know the poor bloke well?
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[ Face to face is a relief, compared to grappling with the tiny buttons on the slightly frustrating device. But it's a little daunting that she can't hide her gloomy expression behind impersonal text. Psyche tries for a small polite smile as she settles onto the seat next to Billy, but only for a second. ]
I... can't say I knew him very well. I suppose none of us really do. We talked, a bit. Maybe if I'd thought to ask him more, I would have realized he wanted to confront them himself.
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Doubt you'd have stopped him even if y'did know. Old git woulda called 'em either way, so you mighta gotten yourself offed gettin' involved in that.
[It's the truth, but also an attempt to keep her from doing something dumb like blaming herself. Not that he has much reference for if it's working, he's never been the guy to comfort people.]
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Logically... I know you're right. I just can't understand why he did it. He warned me not to think lightly of them, and then he went alone anyway...
[ But it's not like anyone else can tell her what Merlin was thinking. She draws in a deep breath and plows ahead. ]
I wanted to ask you about his wounds. From the way you talked at the meeting, you've seen death before, haven't you?
Cw gore
Hm. Wounds’re more or less what we said at the meetin—one of those admin pricks did somethin’ to put a bunch of holes in him that weren’t so deep they ran him through but plenty to bleed him dry.
But you’d be right—seen a few blokes kick it from unnatural causes.
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[ She bites her lip and gives a brief nod. ]
You're probably more experienced than me. I was hoping... I wanted to know if you thought it was quick. I know it's a strange thing to ask. [ And probably sounds like she's either fishing for comfort or has a grotesque fascination, so she's quick to add: ] I want to know how to keep this from happening again. I might not be able to heal as much as I should, but...
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Mm. Judgin' by just how many of those he had, doubt Merlin coulda lasted more than five minutes tops bleedin' out like that. Don't think there's much y'could have done unless the healin' you've got is an instant patch-up.
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Normally, that would have been enough... But it doesn't sound like it works that way here. I never thought to test it before this happened.