"...." That. Is a lot of medicine. A lot of different skinds of medicine too, and Jihwan spends a moment looking down at the small pill case he has, which only holds one single kind. It isn't a contest, but Harry definitely wins the worse of their two situations.
"...Mine helps keep me from walking off bridges. Usually." It doesn't work so well when he's actually going through Residual Heart, but it's enough to keep the faint-headedness and disorientation to a minimum, when he feels the effects coming on. He's failed more than one test simply because he'd been caught up in the mild effects, unable to do more than stare blankly at his desk as he scratched a line into it with a pencil.
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Date: 2016-06-02 09:45 am (UTC)"...Mine helps keep me from walking off bridges. Usually." It doesn't work so well when he's actually going through Residual Heart, but it's enough to keep the faint-headedness and disorientation to a minimum, when he feels the effects coming on. He's failed more than one test simply because he'd been caught up in the mild effects, unable to do more than stare blankly at his desk as he scratched a line into it with a pencil.