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[warriorscribe]

[Such a wondrous device. Are there little invisible couriers for these messages?]

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[warriorscribe]

[Those don't sound too bad!]

I think I could manage any of those, so... I'll start with whatever you see fit. I do admit being...baffled as to the apparent existence of so many medicines for one disease.

[The answer would be obvious for anyone who was listening closely enough, John implied it just now, in how they work in different ways. But Enoch hasn't slept for several days and is down a good amount of blood on top of that. His focus isn't what it should be.]

[jumpthegun]

Different things work for different people. I'll put in the prescription now. You should be able to find it tomorrow in the next place you search.

My offer also stands if you ever just need someone to talk to, mate.

[warriorscribe]

Thank you. I...I admit it still feels strange, all of this.

[And here comes the guilt. It should be going to someone who needs it more. He can't be the only person suffering, and he's certainly more used to it than most...]

...But thank you, all the same.

[jumpthegun]

No problem. I'll talk to you later, all right, Enoch?