"I'm gonna guess some kind of magical healing MacGuffin," says Johnny, still eyeing it dubiously. He is not about to command Daniel to jam this shit into his veins, and he doesn't think he'd want to try it either, but...
"I mean, okay," he says, trying to think reasonably; he desperately needs reason right now. "I only changed the room, I didn't... make the things in it. Those were given to us. By the dream, or whatever." The dream has so far proven to be not particularly friendly, but some of them can swing both ways. The most recent house dream sticks in his memory. "If I found it, it's probably because we needed it. I mean, it could be something bad, but... even if it is, what's the worst that can happen, at this point? If you die you just wake up."
As if dying is easy. He shouldn't say shit like that. Like he's getting used to it.
"It's up to you, man," he murmurs, setting the syringe back down in the case. "I think I've done enough." Meant to be a joke, comes out so bitter it burns his tongue.
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"I mean, okay," he says, trying to think reasonably; he desperately needs reason right now. "I only changed the room, I didn't... make the things in it. Those were given to us. By the dream, or whatever." The dream has so far proven to be not particularly friendly, but some of them can swing both ways. The most recent house dream sticks in his memory. "If I found it, it's probably because we needed it. I mean, it could be something bad, but... even if it is, what's the worst that can happen, at this point? If you die you just wake up."
As if dying is easy. He shouldn't say shit like that. Like he's getting used to it.
"It's up to you, man," he murmurs, setting the syringe back down in the case. "I think I've done enough." Meant to be a joke, comes out so bitter it burns his tongue.