[He's awake and a monster both, if just for a second, judging from the whited out look of his eyes and the awkward hunch in his shoulders. Snapping his head in Galo's direction, he blinks. His eyes return to normal and he straightens as he gasps weakly.]
[Intellectually, he knows that. He wouldn't pass up the opportunity to absolve himself of the guilt. At the same time, his stomach won't stop hurting. He feels nauseous, knowing what he's consumed.]
What's going on now? Did we learn anything else about the house since I've been in here?
[Galo's fighting, he said. If he's fighting to save one person, he's fighting for everyone here.]
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Mr. Thymos!
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[He looks at Zenitsu for a long second and then says.]
You know, you can call me Galo if you want! No one really calls me Mr. Thymos.
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[His gaze drops to the floor in front of him. Not that it matters now, does it?]
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[He's also. From future dystopia America, so it doesn't really apply.]
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I guess so.
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Hey. Listen. Ash might do the work, not me, but I'm fighting to save you with everything I've got.
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[He trails off.]
Mr. Kim is hurt, too. I hurt him.
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That's not your fault. Lio and Hunter - and Dazai, and Melt and Nikki, too. All of you - it isn't your fault.
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What's going on now? Did we learn anything else about the house since I've been in here?
[Galo's fighting, he said. If he's fighting to save one person, he's fighting for everyone here.]