[Now, there's a moment in which he's inclined to struggle, say something about how he's dealt with worse, play it off, act normal, act like he hadn't just tried to punch someone because he's running on fumes. Everything's fine, it's not the first time he pushed himself so far, so fast, so hard.
But then, the guy says hospital. And Sylvain stares. And then he stares, his eyes widening for a moment, because there's no way that anybody would be so much of a soft touch that they'd try to find some guy who just drank so many drinks he can see the Goddess. Right?
But he's being helped and he's called an idiot - and that makes him smile, or wince, it's hard to say, feelings are complicated - and he's letting himself be helped, and clearly he's fallen asleep or something because there's no way some soft touch would come down to drag his ass to a hospital. Or wherever else. At this point, anywhere's fine.]
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But then, the guy says hospital. And Sylvain stares. And then he stares, his eyes widening for a moment, because there's no way that anybody would be so much of a soft touch that they'd try to find some guy who just drank so many drinks he can see the Goddess. Right?
But he's being helped and he's called an idiot - and that makes him smile, or wince, it's hard to say, feelings are complicated - and he's letting himself be helped, and clearly he's fallen asleep or something because there's no way some soft touch would come down to drag his ass to a hospital. Or wherever else. At this point, anywhere's fine.]
You're that... [Uh.] Dragon-hack guy? [Good enough.] What're you doing here?