Mental Bloc - IC

"Time to liquidate some of my assets then. I guess they're right, you really can't go home again. Ha!" Lex laughs at his own joke. Once he gets set up wherever Oblamov manages to stash him, Lex starts training his mind with the others to see what they and he are truly capable of.
 

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Ash stands a little ways apart, hands stuck in her pockets...clearly torn between conflicting desires.

"Just...just slow down a second," she demands. "I don't even know any of you, you know? I was doing just fine before. What can your little 'circle of friends' do for me, Oblomov? Why should I trust any of you?"
 

"A home, perhaps? A place from where you won't have to flee?

And you needen't worry about us cramping your style. No offense, but in her glory days, Sherene here was twice the nihilist you look like you are."


She says nothing.
 

Ash folds her arms and glowers at Oblomov.

"Okay, lemme rephrase. I don't get this. So we bring you Lex, tell you your guy's dead...now what? Are you gonna stick us in a hotel? Wave bye and let us go our own way? You're saying we get a home or whatever, but I don't see a spare house lying around. Lets have some specifics."
 




"Well, we have a farmhouse in an adjoining county which is secluded enough for our needs, and when you feel that physical activity is needed after so much mental stress. That's where I would be taking you if you agree. It is still connected to the outside world, if you are concerned."
 



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