#we made it...

Amygda: { Ok gang, what do we think? 

Hiraeh: I’m going xo be incredibly X if ix xurns oux we’re all dead, ngl

Amygda: { Ok phair, but I mean in terms of these asks sppeciphically. 

Cilone: Well, wh- sent which, again?

Amygda: { Dienoh Dewise - the hugger - sent ‘no one’s dead’ and Al….? I think? Sent ‘maybe everyone’s dead.’ 

Cilone: …Ah. S- a familiar but unreliable s-urce, and a less familiar s-urce with questi-nable reliability. 

Amygda:{ Yeah basically. 

Amygda: { PPersonally, I’d say we listen to Al on this one. Dienoh’s… okay, and all, but they’ve also ppulled some ppretty dumb stunts around here, so I can’t say I trust their judgement. 

Cilone: I d-n’t think we sh-uld take st-ck in either -ne. Even if Alf-nz can tell anything -f -ur situati-n in any capacity, there’s n- guarantee us being d–med means anything. 

Cilone: It c-uld be that it feels -ff because, say, we were br-ught here because we’ll die in -ur near futures but haven’t yet. We’re all decently -ld as tr-lls g-, this isn’t an unusual p-int in -ur life expectancy t- die. 

Lailla: |Bullshit. I swore I wasn’t going to die and there’s no way I’ll die anytime soon. Nor you, for that matter.|

Lailla: |I take good care of myself, there’s no reason for me to be here.|

Quokka: (picking a fight with that a55hole cerulean count5 a5 ‘taking care of her5elf’? 8:/)

Amygda: { Quokka, shh.)

Lailla: |My point is. I refuse to die, that’s the last thing I want. There’s no way this Al kid has an-|

??????: It’s actually not as bad as people say it is, you know. 

Everyone: …………………………..

Lailla: |…It was him this whole time???|

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