Jonathan's expression softened slightly as he addressed Fisna, "How are you feeling? Do you need medical attention?"
"I'm fine; my condition is stable," Fisna shook his head.
"Then take a seat. We're still waiting for a few more; their situations are... more complicated," Jonathan surveyed the room. "Dusk, distribute translation devices to players who speak different languages so they can understand."
Zebulon pulled out a box of spare communicators from his equipment bag and handed several new ones to the players.
The ones left were Reniel and a few other players with unique abilities who were key subjects heavily focused on by Mechanical Dawn, right at critical points in their brainwashing programs. Their memories had been wiped clean by the brain-machine, leaving them unconscious. Jonathan planned to check on them personally later.
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Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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