[It's a chance that's already slipping away. Stephen doesn't give him another flat no even though that's what he means; he'll explain his reasoning here.]
Whatever system put the nanomachines in us is capable of putting capillaries in a piece of clothing. If you have blood, you have blood vessels, and we have to assume there's an organic component to your body now.
[Stephen didn't get a chance to check his messages this morning, what with being a little dead at the time. He gets to this around the time he's fielding a few other conversations, including one he doesn't catch as coming from the same username.
It's going to be dicey feeling this out, but he doesn't want to turn someone down flat if they're in need.]
[Now he just feels bad. He caused this man to try and cure himself by killing himself, at least partially. But the fact he's not being instantly turned down is hopeful and interesting.
Now to see how well he can do this without telling a single lie. Stupid death price.]
The common diagnosis would be Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.
List of symptoms presenting include a lack of ability to focus, mood swings, an inability to remain still, a degree of impulsive behaviour, multiple projects ongoing, compulsive behaviours, and a need for stimulation.
[Another self diagnosis, but this time without the context that had given him the confidence to simply act on it. That's a neat little textbook list of symptoms, all perfectly convincing if he takes it at face value, and the fact that he's not being asked for an analgesic is probably a good sign. Proceed, then, but with caution.]
[He can skirt by that because of the vague wording. He's never had a formal diagnosis of ADHD, but he's had a formal diagnosis of other things. A chest infection, for example, or a broken toe. So he has had many types of formal diagnosis that allow him to answer yes.]
[Something about this is very off, why is Stephen being so impersonal? Something to do with his death price? Not important currently, he just dredges up what he knows about Stephen's priorities and inserts them into truths that sound like answers.]
No, then yes. I know there is a shortage of medication.
[Separate statement, not a reason, even if he phrased it to sound that way.]
[He's got this. Asking questions, getting answers. He's not entirely at ease, but since he's pretty sure no one dangerous knows about his problem (and the first message came in before he'd revived anyhow)....]
Only the painkillers so far. It's possible you're also experiencing MN poisoning, if it's been getting worse. What were you on back home?
[Ah, now there is a much more dangerous question, one harder to twist the truth around.]
Not MN poisoning, I am not paranoid, obsessed, manic, depressed, sick, or in pain.
I admit to rarely taking any pills prescribed to me back home, usually allowing them to gather dust in the bathroom cabinet. As stated, the aforementioned symptoms have worsened.
[His gaze sharpens on his tablet screen, everything clicking very suddenly into place. Amnesia, then, but specific? He clearly has no idea who Sherlock is, and that is both good and bad at once.
He knows that the admin will provide medication for pseudonyms, he has found medication made out to 'Jay' before and knows it reached its intended recipient. This gives him the opportunity to get around the admin's previous ban on his usage.]
Yes, I can.
[Truthful so far, now he can say whatever he wants having already given the truth to the question asked. Why do so many people ask 'can you'? It's so stupid.]
[The name doesn't ring any bells, but he didn't expect that it would. Stephen taps out a message to the administrator, dutifully copying the "correct" name.]
You're welcome. We can talk again when you've been on it a few days.
[For a split second there's a flippant comment on the tip of his tongue about dressing Karkat up like royalty, but Stephen bites it back, thinking of the way Davesprite has reacted to his jokes.]
[John has been ignoring the network since yesterday, so he doesn't know that Stephen was killed or that he has a particularly vexing death price. This is the apology he's looking forward to least. Mainly because he was such an incredible ass to this poor man who's never done anything to hurt him. And a man who's been through far, far too much.]
Dr. Strange, you don't need to reply to this, but I wanted to extend my deepest apologies for the way I acted toward you the other night. It was rude, it was uncalled for, and it was just a bloody dick move. I don't want to give excuses for my behavior, so I won't. Suffice to say I was wrong about you and everything here.
You're real and this place is real. I recognize that now. And again, I'm sorry for ever calling that into question. I know you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but if you require any medical assistance and can't get it from someone you'd prefer, please consider me fully available for your needs.
Hey, if you want to go exploring and adventuring, be my guest. You're more than welcome to, the more the merrier. I just think I'm more useful doing what I do than trying to solve puzzles.
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