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[hippie_ninja]

"Every good friend I have at home has held a gun to my head at least once," Jesus laughs. "Or punched me in the face. Sometimes the strays are just rabid."

He winks at Maggie.

[withintenfeet]

He's grinning even as he shakes his head. "It astounds me that you both lived through that in worlds without any magic at all."

The idea of realms where he can't burn away infection with his touch alone is deeply stressful. Especially with undead hordes to deal with, which frankly seems unfair.

[talesuntold]

"I don't know anything else. I was born during the first couple years of the Rising, after the dead started walking. And technically, these days my disease kills fewer people than one of the diseases it was meant to cure used to."

Maggie shakes her head. "That's why my deal isn't for a full cure. It's to change the virus, keep the benefits but eliminate the nasty side effect. No more walking dead."

[hippie_ninja]

Jesus could argue that he didn't live through it; the dead caught up with him in the end. But it's a melancholy thought and he's here to have fun.

"Whereas mine is to make all living people immune. I can't turn back what happened and I can't undo the billions of undead, but I can make it so we stay dead. No one will have to put their loved ones down again."

[withintenfeet]

Thinking about Nydas in the context of killing the people you love, because you love them -

There's a moment where his gaze turns inward, and there's unspeakable pain there. Then it passes, because he learned how to do that a long time ago. His smile is still sincere, looking up at them.

"Both good worlds to work towards."