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[outdistanced]

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[fightolive]

It helps me manage my illness. Not that it works right now.

[outdistanced]

Illness...?

Wait, you're sick? And you can't even-- Hold on, that's not right. They have to have some kind of meds for you here, right? Or... are you better now, because we already died?

[fightolive]

It's not contagious.

When I talked to the angels about it, they said my condition was slowed down while we're here? So it shouldn't affect me for the time being.

[outdistanced]

That's not what I-

[ shakes his head. that's not important. ]

It's just slowed down? There's no cure or anything, even in heaven?

[fightolive]

Apparently our bodies were preserved the way they were when we were alive. So...

I've been researching what I can in the library.

[outdistanced]

Shouldn't they be able to do something more than that here? Even if it's probationary, this is still supposed to be heaven. There's not supposed to be things like that here.

[ there wasn't supposed to be death, either, but he's still reeling over that, too. ]

[fightolive]

It's the way my body is. If I fully died, then it would be taken care of...? I think?

[outdistanced]

Well... if that happened, you’d be really dead, so would it make a difference?

[ not to sound insensitive, but boy is confused. ]

[fightolive]

No, it really wouldn't.

[outdistanced]

...Sorry.

What is this illness, anyway? How come there's no way to treat it?

[fightolive]

It's genetic. Most genetic illnesses can be managed, but not cured.

Over time, those suffering from it will experience an irreversible chronic dissociation of their physical structure.

[outdistanced]

I didn't know it was that bad.

"Dissociation of your physical structure." Like... your body's falling apart?

[ makes you explain this weirdass space opera illness ]

[fightolive]

It's more like... I'll lose my connection with my body. Right now, I can talk, run and jump like anyone else. But, over time, I'll start doing those things a little slower than others. Until, eventually, I won't be able to do anything.

The lines between what's real and what isn't become so blurry I can't tell them apart.

[outdistanced]

Seriously? But that's...

[ horrible. depressing. a little terrifying. nothing she hasn't heard before, probably. ]

...Sorry, I - I shouldn't be nosy. It's not my business.

[fightolive]

It's why I'm looking so hard for a cure.

[outdistanced]

[ nods slowly. ]

If there's all those planets like you said, then there has to be one who'd know what to do.

[fightolive]

I'm willing to search the whole galaxy to find it.

[ There's only one type of destiny, but until then, it's her right to fight every step of the way. ]

[outdistanced]

[ it's a little too much for him to imagine. but it feels familiar, somehow. ]

Then you will. Maybe after we leave here you'll find the right place.

[fightolive]

One day, I will.

[Or she'll die trying.]