"Anything. I'd listen to you counting to fifty over and over, you're not going to meaningfully bore me, the point is to keep you awake."
"Well..." begins Edarial, and then he starts telling stories about his childhood. Silly ones, usually - Zevros is involved in most of them, it seems that he was quite the troublemaker. Edarial didn't get into any messes of his own, but he got dragged along to a fair few. Not that he seems to mind, a lot of them were quite fun.
"For some reason Zevros's personality sounds so much more charming attached to a nine-year-old," comments Iobel. "Perhaps this is because he's still such a child."
Edarial laughs at this. "It does, doesn't it. He's got moments where he acts his age, but - yeah, a lot of the time, it's like we're still nine."
"Sometimes I wish I had a sibling. Isabella doesn't count, for all that she'd adopt me if I asked."
"Mhmmm," says Edarial, sounding a bit distant and sleepy again, though still amused.
"Hey, are you trying to fall asleep?" She tries charging again, nothing. "Stay awake."
"Please. I can't get you out of a coma. I don't know if Isabella can. And I might easily get nowhere or make things worse if I try to dig us out from inside, I'm not sure how precarious this bit of ceiling is."
"I'll tell you but you need to comment so I can confirm you're awake, okay?"
"I will. It's just hard to keep - thinking of new things to talk about, it's easier to comment."
"Okay. My parents got divorced when I was so young I don't remember it, but originally I was born in South Fork. I used to visit my father there on school breaks when I was growing up."