Dixon. I’m alright. [He waves Arturia’s concern off. He’s feeling heady, he’s got Revan to help him stay up, his face doesn’t even hurt that bad and he has a cigarette. He is good, at least better than he has felt for a bit. Now if only he were somewhere besides this weird Wizard of Oz-themed hellscape and not surrounded by a bunch of strangers explaining their backgrounds in jargon he can’t and stubbornly won’t follow. He stays quiet, both listening to the others half heartedly and also considering laying down on the ground and taking a nap.
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Super belatedly he mumbles a thank-you to Revan.]