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[deuceoftears]

Room 5-13, but there's no rush.

How's your wrist?

[hippie_ninja]

It's all right. Healed up faster than the last time I broke it. How did you do it?

[deuceoftears]

How do you do vector calculus in your head to track the trajectory of an incoming thrown object and catch it?

It's just a thing I can do.

[hippie_ninja]

Your whole life?

[deuceoftears]

The precision took practice. But I still couldn't describe it.

[hippie_ninja]

Well whatever it is I'm glad you had it.

The nice thing about this place is we've got some downtime for self care. You've earned it.

[And better be practicing it, sir! He saw you hauling people to zero all the livelong day]

[deuceoftears]

[And by the end of it, he was as much morass as man, fully missing chunks of his body but still stomping back up to keep working. At that point, stepping into a zero cell would have killed him anyway, so there was no more temptation to take a break from the curse.]

Yeah, y'all can clean without me.

[hippie_ninja]

You went through all that just to get out of chores? I'm impressed.