Recovery

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Matt shifted in his bed, eliciting a grunt of pain. Blinking, he realized belatedly that he was in a bed. Hmm... was he...?

Opening his eyes fully, he realized that he was in the mini infirmary of the bus, but the location had been moved. Presumably by someone who comandeered his keys. He was also wrapped in bandages but the worst of his injuries had been worked on. He was also, not to put a fine point on it, naked.

Groaning, he turned his head to the side, trying to figure out just who moved him there and if Asuna was okay. "... w-water," he croaked to the air.

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"I could take time to do that," said Matt. "Between the Council, we only meet once a week or so, so it should be alright to work out."

"A wish? Hmm... if I could get a separate lumia charged with the opposite energies... might take some doing though. How does it work?" inquired Matt.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Oh yes. I like this! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!" What did you just get yourself into, Matt?

"The Sacred Tome is still the foundation of my Netherworld, so anything you write in it comes true... if you have enough mana power to fuel the wish."

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Matt simply grinned. At least he was enthusiastic about his work.

"Huh, so that does make sense. The more power you have, the easier it should be to make a wish. I like that concept."

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"It's the key to everything, here," Zetta said with a grin, which quickly faded. "Though there's no one here who could make the wishes I need. All the more reason we press on to the good ending."