~Character Chat~

"Have to...wait...it out..." Peter said.
"We won't...die if..." Sarah began before passing out.
"If we're...still alive...by..." Peter started, then frowned. "I don't...know..."
"And...believe...me, I am...still alive..." Izzy sang weakly, giggling and appearing to be going slightly crazy.

"Why are you like this?!" asked Andrew, growing panicked. "Don't you switch places with your souls or something?!"

"That's for...injuries..." Peter explained. "This is...SED..."

"CAN WE FIX IT?!"

When you're dead I will be still alive!
When you're dying I'll be still alive!
Still alive...
Still alive.
Riddle recited from memory. We should have started from the beginning though. Here...I'll start; This was a triumph. I'm making a note here, huge success.

Ezra pushed out of Riddle's thoughs, he couldn't think about that right now.

(("When you're dying" comes before "When you're dead," I'm quite sure.))

"It's...hard to...overstate...my...sat..." Izzy passed out as well.

Ezra flipped the pages faster and found one. "What about this?!" said Ezra, pushing the book in Peter's face.

isfaction. Aperture science, we do what we must because we can, for the good of all of us, except the ones who are dead...Izzy? Izzy You there? Riddle asked. you're normally suppoused to finish the line... Riddle thought, with some concern.

((True...I just was going off memory and haven't listened in a while...))

"She passed out," said Ezra.

"Nothi--AGH!" Peter convulsed, cluching his heart and breathing rapidly.

Well, theres no use crying over every mistake, we'll just keep on crying til we run out of cake, and the science gets done and we make a neat gun for the people who are still alive. Riddle continued for no reason whatsoever.
"Ezra. Just leave them. Let them sit and convulse, as then they'll sort it out themselves. There's nothing you can do except sit around and hope that it all works out." T.Mor stated.

"What...he said..." Peter managed, relaxing. His brown eyes were glassy and unfocused.

T.Mor went to do something but felt as though he were hit upside the head with Riddle's lead boot. "HEY! Ezra! I think Something's wrong..." He said, sitting down to try and lessen the concussed feeling.

"That can't be good!" said Ezra. "And we forgot his clothes."

"Right here," said Andrew, holding up his clothes, and nibbling on a piece of chocolate he had found in his pocket.

"Give me that," said Ezra, snatching the chocolate, "One of the ingrediants!"

I have a piece of chocolate in my pocket you can have...Riddle offered.
"Seriously though...what should I do? Just...sit here and try not to explode or whatever seems the most useful option at the moment...I guess that's what I'll do...Just stay calm. Don't panic." T.Mor said, as he sat down. Nothing seemed as urgent when he was sitting down.

"Chocolate actually is made up of one of the ingrediants we need..." started Ezra, he paused for a moment. "Riddle, what's in your shakes?"

I don't mean to alarm you, Peter thought, too exhausted by this point to speak (though, come to think of it, he wasn't sure why he didn't simply have Ezra read his thoughts before), but Sybek have arrived on this plane. About three of them. Just so you know.

"Oh great! Wonderful!" said Ezra sarcastically. "What's next? Demetrius?"

I don't know who that is... Peter thought. But yes, they're here. Can I rely on you to fight them with your magic should it come down to that, or do you want me to try to fend them off? He didn't even have the slightest hint of sarcasm. It wasn't that he was unaware of how physically weak and near death he was; he would give anything for his team (plus Izzy). It was as simple as that.

It's my cousin...who wants Liz and I dead. Ezra said in his thoughts, wondering if Peter could hear. Out loud he said, "I can do that."

Powdered Formaldehyde and Ice...why? You can't have my Formalin tabs if thats what you're wondering. Riddle told Ezra. Crap. Really? Sybek? And I'm all incapcitated?! And you're all incapacitated...And T.Mor's all...toasted. Riddle summed up the situation.
"What is going on? I can't hear anything..." T.Mor commented, having heard no interaction whatsoever since people started talking with their minds.

Okay, thank you, Peter thought to Ezra, relieved. And your cousin wants you dead? That sucks... But yeah, Riddle, Sybek.

I didn't kill Liz. thought Ezra. "Riddle I need the tablets or at least a couple."

You... What? Peter thought. Explain? Were you supposed to kill her?