That’s why she looked at the joint - or whatever it was - with a degree of mistrust. “Are you addicted to that? There’s a thing called Addictol, but I warn you, it’s violent. Both ends.” A shake of the head.

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He was a lot more… grouchy than usual. She’d noticed that. Felt it like a building storm, though she wasn’t sure she really knew what that felt like. “Buffout.” She murmured. “I got injured, they used it to heal me, and then I sort of.. enjoyed the feeling of being on it.” -

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She’d waited behind for once, setting up camp. Pretending that this was some sort of camping trip with friends rather than what it really was. Survival in Hell with people who wanted to eat her, sell her, kill her, or all three. “Oh no. No thank you. I’ve experienced addiction.” -

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Her hand waved, she tried to play it like she hadn’t been watching. “And the process of becoming not-addicted is terrible.” Different chemicals. But she was still naturally cautious. “But what is it? Tea?”

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“You wouldn’t like me when my mind is focussed. It’s better that I remain in my own worlds.”

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