[ He sounds as though he is fairly sincere. He wobbles again and gags for a moment, but he's been mainly drinking, not eating; there's not much to upend. He eventually let's go of the lip of the can and turns around, one hand over his mouth, and just...slides down, coming to sit on the blissfully cool floor.
He blinks up at Mitchell, as if reminded he's there and not just a picture in his head. ]
...you don't actually look that bad, for dying so much.
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I don't want to kill you.
[ He sounds as though he is fairly sincere. He wobbles again and gags for a moment, but he's been mainly drinking, not eating; there's not much to upend. He eventually let's go of the lip of the can and turns around, one hand over his mouth, and just...slides down, coming to sit on the blissfully cool floor.
He blinks up at Mitchell, as if reminded he's there and not just a picture in his head. ]
...you don't actually look that bad, for dying so much.