-Player is getting interrogated by a reluctantly concerned and exasperated Sava, who, try as he may, can't fully repress his instincts and training as a healer.
Sava: When was the last time you bathed?
Player: I don't really have time to do that! I'm trying to defeat the Witchmaster!
Sava: At least tell me when the last time you ate was!
Player: ...Last month...?
Sava: And the last time you slept?
Player: ...Also last month...? Listen! I don't have the time-
Sava: You have all the gods damned time in the world! Go take a fucking bath! And then go eat! You're never going to get anything done like this! I'm surprised you're still alive at this point!
Player: You're my rival! Why do you even care about my health?!
Sava: It is quite literally my JOB to care. I was a healer. And if it weren't for you or the damn Witchmaster, I would still be a healer now!
Player: Oh, so now it's MY fault you aren't a healer?! Captain Angmar was the one who sent me, a mere recruit, out to defeat the Witchmaster! If you're going to blame somebody, blame him! Not me!
Tsisana, watching the whole fight with a bag of popcorn: You tell him, Player!
Ketevan: Why are we here?
Tsisana: We just are.
A/N: Damn, that was long. It got kind of angsty in the middle, so I had to lighten it up a little bit. (Shit, I should start putting trigger warnings, shouldn't I?)
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Vampire's Fall Origins? I think?
FanfictionMemes and stories of a game that nobody's probably ever heard of. Fun. ⚠WARNING, will mention triggering subjects such as cursing, eating disorders, blood, death, and others. Semi-mature content. Not recommended for children.⚠
