Martyr.

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

"I certainly wouldn't say no." He smirked lightly as he shifted over on the threadbare blanket he was sitting on to make room for her, keeping them both warm at the campfire. Only two tendays ago, he would have struggled to handle a simple conversation with someone other than Branoc. Small talk was far from his speciality. But somehow, it was getting easier with this ragtag team. Even easier still hearing Iymkiira in his mind rather than in his ear.

Though he kept up the facade that he was content for her company, he wondered if he shouldn't have. His mind had been spiralling more than ever. A internal battle between loyalty and rebellion raged on, but mostly he was terrified of himself. Of what his 'urges' will do next. And whether it would just be easier if he returned to the Raven Queen and restarted this life...

The fire provided little warmth to the undead drow. She did appreciate that he made room for her next to him. Since her revival she hadn't interacted with many people. Turns out when you are an undead drow who only speaks telepathically, doesn't make you friends.

You looked like you needed company.

She said in his mind. Though she knew was dealing with something. Though she didn't pry into his mind... at least not at the moment. Perhaps she would offer to help him with his thoughts and use her psionics to pry- just a little.

“I am Oblodran, and we were trained to accept the intrusions of the hive mind as the door to our greatness.”

human beings have a remarkable ability to accept the abnormal and make it normal.

it'll be interesting to see how this plays out.

glad i could be part of it.

evolution is lazy.

i guess this is it.

your face is leaking.

i will miss you.

you're my friend. heck, you're my best friend.

we have figured this out.

got to love computers. they do all the thinking for you so you don't have to.

another day, another staff meeting.

who would have thought saving the world could be so boring?

does that mean it's not no? is that another yes?

you're not alone. neither of us are.

sometimes the stuff we all hate ends up being the only way to do things.

i'm a scientist!

now we're getting somewhere!

time for me to use science.

i'm hungry.

what's your name?

are all russians crazy?

when stupid ideas work, they become genius ideas.

do you believe in god?

i know it's a personal question.

it's like he's inviting us to explore the universe.

if i had a nickel for every time i wanted to smack a kid's parents for not teaching them even the most basic things... well... i'd have enough nickels to put in a sock and smack those parents with it.

this is happy!

your face opening is in sad mode.

we're pretty untrustworthy, but i don't want him to know that.

i'm smart enough to know that i'm stupid. that's progress.

you poked it with a stick?

it was a scientific poke with a very scientific stick.

work fast.

first i have to wait for my computer to wake up.

fist my bump.

usually you're not stupid.

once again, i'm struck by melancholy.

i have to save humanity first. stupid humanity. getting in the way of my hobbies.

oh thank god. i can't imagine explaining sleep to someone who had never heard of it.

if i can't do it for a while, i go insane and eventually die.

no need for concern.

we're as smart as evolution made us.

we're the minimum intelligence needed to ensure we can dominate our planet.

i spend a lot of time un-suiciding this suicide mission.

that's not creepy at all.

wait a minute! am i a guinea pig?

it's not like that.

no. you cannot die. you are my friend.

be careful.

i don't want to look dumb in front of the aliens.

math is not thinking. math is procedure.

at least i'm not alone.

aaaaand they're dead.

you get to watch your food cook without melting your face off.

the hardest part about working with aliens and saving humanity from extinction is constantly having to come up with names for stuff.

you are here!

you saved me!

set up the damn tunnel!

get back in your ship!

it gives me a feeling of control.

i'm on a suicide mission.

yes. there'll be wars.

see how easy it is?

all i have to do is tell you something you don't want to hear.

it's the kids of today that'll have to make the world of tomorrow work.

when you're stupid tired, accept that you're stupid tired. don't try to solve things right then.

want to meet up in the bathroom down the hall and have sex?

let's see what we can do when we really set our minds to it.

you want me to observe you sleep?

you're a coward and you always have been!

She was making an effort to not pry into his mind. Though his smug words had her biting at his lip again. If I wasn't interested then you wouldn't have gotten this far. She said back into his mind finally pulling away and smirking at him. Taking a thumb and wiping the smudged lipstick from his lips

sleep well, valdruk... or don't. I will see you in the morning if you need another distraction.

"Uh, hey, I was just, uh, wondering…"

"Seriously, my face is up here."

"Sorry, it's just… you look, um, really nice today."

"Can we focus on the task at hand, please?"

"I can't help it, you're just… distracting."

"Save the compliments for later, we have work to do."

"Okay, watch this time. No distractions."

"Maybe you should get your eyes checked."

"Are you even paying attention?"

The sender walks into something while ogling the receiver.

The receiver rolls eyes at the distracted sender.

The sender, trying to impress, offers to carry something for the receiver.

The receiver catches the sender attempting a sneak peek at them.

The sender, daydreaming about the receiver, almost walks into a closed door.

The sender, distracted by the receiver, accidentally knocks over something.

The sender, attempting to impress, flexes their muscles nonchalantly.

The sender, lost in thought, forgets what they were supposed to be doing.