Roman was on his bed, bleeding from the shoulder. He had a long scratch on his shoulder from a Dragonwitch. Virgil was next to the bed, caring for his wounds.
"There's a 20-30% chance you'll die," Virgil said.
"Oh... I don't like those odds..." Roman muttered.
Deceit was also there, getting the supplies for Roman's shoulder.
"At least there less than 50%! What did you expect?" Deceit asked.
"FOR THEM TO BE 0%!" Roman yelled.
"Calm down, Roman. Listen to me, not him. I'm your boyfriend, not him."
"That would be gross..."
"Well, I already have a boyfriend!" Deceit said. "It's Honesty..."
"Honestly, how can he stand you?" Roman asked.
"How dare you use a pun for his name!"
"Can you two shut up...?" Virgil muttered.
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