[ At that, Jeanne-Marie sighs. So, the same. That should be a relief: if only she can see it, then it isn't real. But she can't shake the dread in the pit of her stomach. With her arms crossed over her chest, she shakes her head. ]
It must be a trick of this city. He looks more than just asleep to me. He looks...dead.
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[Kate slips in, following and looking down at the sleeping mutant. She frowns, then looks at Jeanne-Marie.]
He's in a coma. Like I was a couple of months ago, it looks like. Is this a new development, or is there something else going on?
[She can tell that something is really bothering the other woman, or she wouldn't have called. Which is...concerning.]
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It must be a trick of this city. He looks more than just asleep to me. He looks...dead.
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He's alive. I can feel a pulse, and that's a good sign.
[She turns back to Jeanne-Marie, giving her a faint smile that she hopes is reassuring.]
It's the city fucking with you. I promise.
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I know it is. And I know he is not actually dead. But it's how he looks. He looks---
[ Christ, how to explain it without making herself sick? ]
He looks as if he's been stitched back together.
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[Kate steps clear, walking over and gently reaching out to touch Jeanne-Marie's shoulder. She'll pull away if there's a sign of discomfort.]
Let's...maybe step back into the living room then, okay? He's fine, I swear. Definitely still breathing.