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Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[ considers this, for a moment or two ]

. . . I'm made of magic. I don't think it'll do much, but do you want to try?

[hhhhhh it's so tempting. so so tempting if only because permissive but--]

Why're you so eager to give away your meat? Shouldn't you take better care of what meat you have left? "Made of magic"--what's that even mean?

[ with a gesture of his hand, which starts to disappear in gold sparkles - not all of it though, and it's quickly returning to solid existence ]

. . .

Because you're here, and you're my teammate. Because you need help. Because -

I want to make sure you're alive tomorrow.

Is that fine?

It's not.

[blunt.]

Don't you think if those are your reasons, I'd have similar reasons to not want to? Between our two selfish takes, I'd rather my own win out.

What are your reasons, then?

You have no sense of self-regard.

. . .

Well.

Yes.

But I'm suggesting it because I'm made of magic. As long as I have enough magical energy, I can regenerate.

When I was growing up until a few years ago, there was a king and a queen who made demands of all the villages in their kingdom. Demands being tributes of soldiers, cattle, children. The last bit seemed odd at first, but then some people understood there was a profit to be made by stealing away children and selling their meats on a market to eventually make their way to the king and queen.

Y'see, the king and queen were hungry things--those monsters in the dark. And that's where all the children went. Into their stomachs.

So I can't say I'm very eager to be eating someone much at all!