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>+2 VIOLENCE, MAX FLESH, TALENT, COGNIZANCE, WILLPOWER and RESTRAINT
>and the following BOONS:
[DEAD TO RIGHTS] Whenever Frank rolls a 7 on a ranged attack roll, it counts as 3.5 successes instead of 2. Whenever Frank kills an enemy with more stats than him, he heals 3 RESTRAINT.
[DRENCHED IN BLOOD] Every time Frank enters combat or kills an enemy, he gains 1 token up to a max of 5. He may spend a token to add +1d12+1d7 to any roll he makes.
[SPITING DEATH] Once per Quest, this Boon may trigger. When triggered, Frank's FLESH and RESTRAINT can be reduced to -5 before dying/going insane. At the end of combat, he heals 6 FLESH and RESTRAINT.
Hot damn. Apologizing was worth it.
"Don't you dare think this makes up friends - I just respect the guts you have back there.." You think he's being genuine here. He respect and hates you at the same time. Guess that's what true RAPPORT with him means. What a weird man.
You shift your gaze over to Clover. He's fiddling with his hands, clearly worried sick about you. His hair is a sweaty, slick mess. He's trying his best to hide it. He forces a smile out when he sees you looking at him.
"Hey, Nick." He waves at you. "Sorry if I look like a mess. I've just been thinkin' about a lot. That's all."
"Yeah. I don't blame you." You laugh, not because any of this is amusing but because you don't have the mental resolve to be angry or afraid anymore.
"Ha. Ya know, the others were talkin' a lot about your new body. Can't blame them much. It is freaky. Monstrous. All of that."
"But yer just as human as the rest of us."
Ha. Yeah, of course he wouldn't mind. His girlfriend has a fox's head.
"I ain't a mind reader but I know what that look means, missy." Clover huffs.
"Yeah, yeah. Thank you." You shift your head so now you're staring up at the ceiling. "I wouldn't have made it without you."
"Nah. That's nonsense." Clover scoffs. "Yer made of some real tough stock."
"With that fucking beast?" You shake your head. "I was lucky to get out of there alive. You saw him slamming his fist into a wall, right?"
"Yeah. Blood was leakin' out of the gaps of his armor's gauntlet. Think he mangled it something fierce."
"I don't know how long he would be stuck doing that. Maybe a few minutes, maybe thirty minutes, maybe more."
"He could've snapped out of that any time and..." You press your hand on your throat and press down on it. "Crack. Neck's gone."
Clover's smile vanishes completely. "You could've died." He says that as if the ide is alien to him. "No, no, you're joking. You were hurt and I helped you. You would've made it without me."
"No. I owe you my life - I'm serious." You nod at Adam, still deep in your guts. "He's helping a LOT as well but without you? Shit, man, I would be roadkill."
"...Heh. Ya know, Nick, you're right. I guess I'm just beatin' myself up. Guess when I was a kid, I thought bein' a hero would've been, I dunno, different than this."
"Black and white. Without all of THIS going on."
