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[thequarterback]

[No video this time. Voice only. He wasn't even going to bother with that. This was originally text, but he feels confident enough right now to speak. Video is just out of the question though. There's no chance of that right now]

I just have one question, you know, something I've been sorta wondering about. [He's trying to keep his voice steady and his tone light, but he can't seem to really bring much life to it] Go ahead and ignore me if this is too personal or whatever, but how do you deal with death? [He pauses] I mean, there's been that stuff on the news about vampire attacks and people dying and everything. So it just got me thinking, I guess. [That's not how he started thinking about it at all] I mean, I, uh, I never really lost anyone close to me before, at least not anyone I remember. 

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[thequarterback]

[There's a few minutes of silence on Finn's end after she finishes speaking, partly because he's considering what she's saying, and partly because, well, she has an interesting way of speaking]

So you just made yourself get over it? I guess I just don't really how that works.

[gavesugar]

[Yep. Pure fourteenth century ye olde English coming at ya.]

Aye, by great will. What mayst I do? He is nown dead six hundred years.

[thequarterback]

[And he has trouble with modern English sometimes...]

He's been-- Wait, what? Six hundred years? Your brother?

[gavesugar]

[Most folks do - but Sheila's grown used to people fumbling with her native tongue.]

Aye, my brother. I wert born in the year 1279, 'twas thirteen hundred when I wert taken.