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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva stumbles onto the Astral Plane holding her side tightly. She soon collapses to her hands and knees, only to vomit a splat of thick blood onto the not-floor. She groans and gasps as her hands clench in apparent pain. For the real recipient of such an experiment, it probably would not have caused such a violent reaction, but Diva wasn’t even the same species at all.

But in any case, she’s escaped to the Astral Plane to avoid any more of those injections and let the current one take its course.}

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[madamemoiselle]

{Stares again because man, this is different. But not for long, since it suddenly seems like a good idea to actually lay down since her breath is coming shorter and it wet wheezes.} ...I still don't get it

[didorothy]

When this is over, we can discuss my philosophy and psychology as much as you want, though they're not particularly engaging, I have to tell you. I'd rather do whatever I can to make this easier for you at the moment.

[madamemoiselle]

((D: Sorry for the late reply~!))

{That probably would have bordering on a touching comment if Diva had been able to hear it. She's just coughing hard again and clutching at her chest with a tight, pained grimace. But it only lasts for a few seconds before a last cough sends her still again and her eyes turn dull.}

[didorothy]

[ooc; totally fine~]

[Sam knows death when he sees it, and he pulls back, but stays by her side, uncertain what to do - wait? Take her body some place? Sam's never been taught the protocol on observing the death of those who cannot die, so he watches and waits]

[madamemoiselle]

{It takes only a few minutes before Diva takes in a deep, gasping breath again, but sits up, perfectly fine. With being dead, at least it's easier for her body to get rid of the toxin. She takes the bowl to spit out a large, but hard and dried chunk of tissue.}

Much better.

[didorothy]

[wipes a hand over his mouth to suppress the automatic response to that, and then looks up at her, offering a small smile]

Good to have you back.

[madamemoiselle]

{smiles right back, soon crossing her legs and turning to face him}

Now that's done, so you have to tell me. Ne, why does it matter to you?

[didorothy]

Oh, uh...

Can I, uh, sit beside you? The Astral Plane's floor is pretty hard for what appears to be nothingness.

[madamemoiselle]

Of course. {scoots over to make room with a smile}

[didorothy]

[takes a seat beside her, conscious to not intrude on what he considers Her Personal Space]

So, uh, why I wanted to help you. That's... [laces his fingers together, trying to analyse it himself, and then glances over at her sideways]

Well, first thing, I suppose, is that it honestly would have made me feel guilty to leave you there. Maybe it's how I was raised, or maybe it's all those years policing the streets, but if someone needs help, it eats me up if I don't at least try to help.[smiles in an almost self-mocking way] You could say I'm a compulsive copper.

So I guess that's the first reason. [glancs back down to the stars as he considers other motivations]