[He accepts the drink but doesn't take drink any yet. He's honestly not sure if Murphy is confirming what he was asking or asking if he himself has death powers or what, and...it's Murphy. Murphy, whose world is full of revenants and who is essentially one himself. Murphy, who asks tough questions and pushes and leaves just as easily if tough questions get directed at him in turn. That Murphy.]
[And yet here they are, tied together by the same string of Fate. More than one, probably, if he's right about what he thinks is happening to him.]
[So why not? This is what he asked for, isn't it?]
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[And yet here they are, tied together by the same string of Fate. More than one, probably, if he's right about what he thinks is happening to him.]
[So why not? This is what he asked for, isn't it?]
Yeah. I'm worried I kept mine.