[ Welcome seems incongruous when set against the circumstances that brought Seth here. The common thread between most of the people here is a single desire to make the best of their predicament by dressing it up in the usual social niceties. Seth doesn't blame any of them, but he doesn't find it comforting. The offered hand prompts a low chuckle before Seth takes it, accepting the gesture. What's the point of spurning it? They're going to be stuck together, and he can already feel the way Gildor is wedged in too deeply to be ignored. ]
Seth Gecko.
[ Considering this entire jaunt began with him and Richie being ambushed by giant ass monsters, Seth isn't very optimistic. But the contradiction catches at the back of his throat; for the moment, there's no point in voicing it. ]
You come up with all that off the cuff, or does this happen often enough that you all have a go-to ritual for it?
[ It's a blunt way of asking about how often they lost people, but it feels to Seth like a valid question. What's the mortality rate here? ]
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Seth Gecko.
[ Considering this entire jaunt began with him and Richie being ambushed by giant ass monsters, Seth isn't very optimistic. But the contradiction catches at the back of his throat; for the moment, there's no point in voicing it. ]
You come up with all that off the cuff, or does this happen often enough that you all have a go-to ritual for it?
[ It's a blunt way of asking about how often they lost people, but it feels to Seth like a valid question. What's the mortality rate here? ]