Fight to Live. Live to Fight (Accepting)

[Zahzi]

"Dion is MENTAL." The only reason he wasn't fed to the lions was because they KNEW they wouldn't work!"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Just fix my damn hand already. Your nonsense preachings are boring me..." Atella yawned, dully glaring at the healer now.  

[Zahzi]

"Ungrateful little...." The healer growled, doing what he could to help the hand.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Care to finish that?" Atella asked, raising an eyebrow.  

[Zahzi]

"Sure, ya ungrateful little s**t." The healer said, tightening the bandages on Atella's hand.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Is it suppose to be that tight?" Atella whined, flinching.  

[Zahzi]

"Depends. Are you going to be shaking the demented psychos hand anytime soon?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I make no promises not to..." Atella answered with a nervous laugh.  

[Zahzi]

"...You're an idiot..." The healer said, giving her a dull stare.  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"And you're a jackass. What's your point?" Atella asked with an eyebrow cocked upward.  

[Zahzi]

"No, I'm SANE."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Sanity doesn't exist in this place." Atella grunted heavily.

"Alright... So any instructions for my hand besides no handshakes with Dion?"  

[Zahzi]

"...Stop being stupid?"  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...I'm going to assume that translates into, 'No. You're free to go and return to what you were doing.'" Atella grunted heavily, jerking her hand away from the healer as she walked out of his room.  

[Zahzi]

"...Idiot..."