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"Rin? Oh, wow. It felt like it's been ages since I last saw ya."

"Guess so..." Rin replied, albeit rather exhausted. She still felt the toll from the effects the glands had on her during her recovery in quarantine.

Kurt heeded her wearied state, but found that it probably wasn't the best to bring it up. Although he did notice the dark glands running down on the side of her body. He nearly quivered from just looking at them. He has heard about the Wyngrew in Wynsiph suddenly spawning dark glands on their bodies that forced them into quarantine while suffering the tremendous side effects that came with it. And how it has claimed the lives of many...

"So uh..." he scratched the back of his head, trying to think of what to say to her. "Is... there a reason you're here? Not that I don't want you here or anything. It's just that it's really rare for you to come visit me. Or see me, period."

Rin's tired eyes glanced up at him before turning away. This was going to be hard for him to hear, but he had to know... She took a deep breath, and once again her tired eyes met his.

"Kurt, you were friends with someone named Clint, right?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen him in a long time. Ever since I grew up I had trouble making time to visit him due to helping out Eppard. Been trying to look for him when I had the time but, to no avail I haven't had any luck. Why... do you ask?"

The grey female wore a troubled look. Her eyebrows creased as she gazed at him.

"Kurt..." there was a crack in her voice. "While I was in quarantine I would sometimes move around to stretch my legs despite being told to stay put. At one point when I got up and walked around I overheard voices in another room, one being Dr.F who was talking to one of the patients. But before him there was another voice in that room calling out to someone likely in the same room as them. They kept saying 'Clint' a few times. That's when I heard Dr.F saying something along the lines of 'the plague has claimed him'"

The male somewhat shook his head in disbelief upon hearing that last sentence. He didn't want to believe what he was hearing just now. "The plague has claimed him?" He repeated those haunting words. "A-Are you... saying that C-C-Clint is...?"

No words were needed to finish his question when Rin lightly nodded to confirm it.

Kurt shook his head as he took a few steps back, eyes widened in shock and tears quickly flowing down his cheeks. He struggled to process the information so much that it's as if the strength in his legs were sapped out of him, causing him to fall on his knees. He placed a hand over his mouth as more tears began rushing down his face.

"N-N-No... He can't... He... He can't... Clint c-c-cant..."

Everything felt surreal to the extent that his vision practically blurred in and out. He could not believe it. His own friend that he had known since they were Wynglings...

...was dead.
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"Rin? Oh, wow. It felt like it's been ages since I last saw ya."

"Guess so..." Rin replied, albeit rather exhausted. She still felt the toll from the effects the glands had on her during her recovery in quarantine.

Kurt heeded her wearied state, but found that it probably wasn't the best to bring it up. Although he did notice the dark glands running down on the side of her body. He nearly quivered from just looking at them. He has heard about the Wyngrew in Wynsiph suddenly spawning dark glands on their bodies that forced them into quarantine while suffering the tremendous side effects that came with it. And how it has claimed the lives of many...

"So uh..." he scratched the back of his head, trying to think of what to say to her. "Is... there a reason you're here? Not that I don't want you here or anything. It's just that it's really rare for you to come visit me. Or see me, period."

Rin's tired eyes glanced up at him before turning away. This was going to be hard for him to hear, but he had to know... She took a deep breath, and once again her tired eyes met his.

"Kurt, you were friends with someone named Clint, right?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen him in a long time. Ever since I grew up I had trouble making time to visit him due to helping out Eppard. Been trying to look for him when I had the time but, to no avail I haven't had any luck. Why... do you ask?"

The grey female wore a troubled look. Her eyebrows creased as she gazed at him.

"Kurt..." there was a crack in her voice. "While I was in quarantine I would sometimes move around to stretch my legs despite being told to stay put. At one point when I got up and walked around I overheard voices in another room, one being Dr.F who was talking to one of the patients. But before him there was another voice in that room calling out to someone likely in the same room as them. They kept saying 'Clint' a few times. That's when I heard Dr.F saying something along the lines of 'the plague has claimed him'"

The male somewhat shook his head in disbelief upon hearing that last sentence. He didn't want to believe what he was hearing just now. "The plague has claimed him?" He repeated those haunting words. "A-Are you... saying that C-C-Clint is...?"

No words were needed to finish his question when Rin lightly nodded to confirm it.

Kurt shook his head as he took a few steps back, eyes widened in shock and tears quickly flowing down his cheeks. He struggled to process the information so much that it's as if the strength in his legs were sapped out of him, causing him to fall on his knees. He placed a hand over his mouth as more tears began rushing down his face.

"N-N-No... He can't... He... He can't... Clint c-c-cant..."

Everything felt surreal to the extent that his vision practically blurred in and out. He could not believe it. His own friend that he had known since they were Wynglings...

...was dead.
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