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[The first thing that appears in the journal is a big, thick ink smudge, sort of like it's been fingerpainted by large, clumsy hands -- because it has.]

[A few moments later, when it becomes clear it just isn't going to happen, Van speaks. His voice is a rough, dry croak. Either he hasn't spoken in weeks... or he's overused it to the point of ruin.]

Tear. ...Tear.

[A bit later still, when he realizes he's drifting off and he does not want to pass out--]

What day is it? [Not that the answer will mean anything to him, thrice-damned nonsense calendar.]

(OOC: Reluctant first aid reserved for Tear, but feel free to answer him. He'll talk, he just won't accept help from anyone else.)

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[Oh. ...Well. This is certainly not what Dist expected to see on the journals today. He doesn't even think twice when the slow curl of a smirk turns into a nasty grin, nor does he think twice to turn off the audio when he laughs - both at the messy scrawl and the plea for help. And though he hates it, deep down, he does wonder where Van is, how badly hurt he is, and if his injury is treatable. Curiosity, mostly. ...Yes, curiosity.]

My, my...how the mighty have fallen. I do hope you've found help, Van, the loss would be so unfortunate.

If our captors want me dead, they'll need to try a little harder than this. [And so will you.]

[Duly noted.] Now, Commandant, you'll give them ideas. It's best not to tempt our captors. You've just experienced firsthand their less than desirable form of hospitality.

[A pause, then...oh, god, he's really going to regret this. Through clenched teeth, with his eyes firmly shut--] ...Do you still require aid?

The situation his handled. [slurs the mighty General.

It would be just too convenient if Dist did attempt to help... and then the snake tried to claim Van owed him for it.]

[Boo, you saw through his clever and well-thought out plan. Nonetheless, Dist nods and accepts that Van's not going to be seeking any other help than the one he already asked for.]

Very well, Commandant. Stay in good health.

[Or don't. Dist honestly doesn't care much, and will leave it at that. He gives a final sneer to the image in his journal before shutting it and busying himself with something else. He really doesn't need to spend the day concerning himself about Van's well-being.]

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