[ he gets it. he likes the feeling of being useful, sometimes, and - he remembers an incident not all that long ago, with his students pushing coffee into his hands, the way it helped him when almost nothing else did. he looks grateful when nameless returns, wrapping his hands around the cup and shifting a little to sit up, so he might drink it. ]
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How are you feeling?
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[It's the murder and the execution! It's hard to deal with!]