Medication

[lostamigo]

[Daniel sits in a common room, in a chair large enough to support his weight. In front of him, a TV. What's playing is the ending credits to a western, as the cast rides off into the sunset. Looks like he's been sitting here for a while. And, as soon as someone passes by, he speaks.]

...I made a mistake. Can't move my leg. On the table over there, a syringe. Can you give it to me? Sorry about that.

Comments

[herodrawing]

Penance?! Did you do something wrong?

[lostamigo]

Tried to. Long ago.

[herodrawing]

And because of that... you have this body now?

[lostamigo]

It wasn't meant as punishment. But it does well serving as one.

[herodrawing]

Eh? I don't get it... will you say what happened?

If it's not a secret or anything like that.

[lostamigo]

It's a matter of the past. One that won't affect the present. Better let it rest.

I already said too much.

[herodrawing]

Ah. Sorry for asking, then. But you know, mr Daniel...

A lot of people are going to ask you anyway.

[lostamigo]

I know. I'm used to it.