<a class="username" data-user-id="5431" data-username="@FreddieMercury9546" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5431/">@FreddieMercury9546</a><br/><br/>John smiled hearing Freddie pour a bit of his hearth out, looking as his glass half full of water, the droplets forming on the outside, listening and paying attention.<br/>"Like, you're so convinced you're dead, i won't disagree with you, more so because i'm one that know as a fact that Freddie Mercury died, but you, you're clearly in better shape than when you were... like... actually dying. *John boobed his head right and left pondering his words* So you're fully you with all your strenghts, maybe the past is the past and you dont want to mess with, but... i did some thinking about our situation and the tools we have... and just now realising the danger or my proposition... You can re live all that... the crowd, the everything... We have the anger rooms..."<br/>*He turned back to Freddie to see his reaction*<br/>"Be careful tho... one thing i know about the dead is that... they tend to lose their minds after a while... and for all its worth... i dont want you losing yours... Dont think no one here does." *offering as a peace offer*