❛ i can't tell what's real or what i'm dreaming anymore , ❜ -Virulentvirtue
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“Maybe ‘should lay off the chems for a while, then?”
Dredgen Hope was prodding absently at a smoldering fire, not too intent on everything around him still steaming with the morning sun. The high mountain plains were safe, but it was frigid.
When he does finally look over at Faith, it’s with a slight sneer to his voice. “‘Sides, I thought you hated synthetic shit? I heard you talk all about how good drugs used to be in the Golden Age for three years now, and here you are taking whatever scraps you can find now. Shameful.”
"The witness is dead, Germaine."
The exo reaches absently for the last dregs of what they were sharing, but his hand falls limp.
"God is dead."
Dredgen Hope frowns, not a sneer like before, but sincerely. And before he can stop himself, he’s grabbed the last vial and stuck it in his pocket. Better to keep it out of Faith’s grasp for now.
“If you say so, brother. Don’t ever reckon it was really alive to begin with, to be honest.”
Dredgen Faith lifts his head, looking up at the travler.
"But that damn thing's still in the sky, still lording over us."
He rose to his feet, summoning his golden gun and pointing it toward the travler.
Faith's pistol roars as he fires off several shots into the sky, wordless defiance.
Germaine watches this display of hostility, but not for long. There was almost something shameful about it, truth be told.
“Sure, you be angry about that. Being angry’s good. Can’t die if you’re angry.” He rumbles, setting to work cooking up what little scraps of food they had left.
One Hive egg, some assorted Eliksni bits, and some herbs he’d traded for the day before. Perfect for an omelet.
“Just do me a favor, and don’t waste your super like that again, yeah? Better uses for it then shootin’ at dead things.”
Faith was breathing heavily, his hand falling to his side. He curses quietly,
"Do you know what its like, to realize you've dedicated your life to the losing side?." he spat a wad of oil-black plehgm off into the grass, "I ain't even a guardian no more."
He watched as Dredgen Hope gathered the ingredients, knew what he was trying to do.
"You eat it." He said after a few moments, "You still have a stomach that needs feeding."
“Bullshit, you’re the one who complains he’s hungry and then won’t eat nothin’, and I’m tired of hearing you complain.”
The fire wasn’t really hot enough to cook on anymore, but with patience and enough fuel added it would do.
Grabbing a cast iron pan out of the basin of water it’d been delegated to, Hope grunts. “‘Sides, if I eat this it’ll probably kill me.”
He continues on a moment in silence, prodding at the liquid-y hive egg in the pan until it starts to thicken up a bit.
“And you haven’t dedicated your whole life to it. Not yet anyways.”
