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When last we saw Bastion, he'd just returned from checking on Prakhuta/Cutter, and had found his old friend batshit insane and with more genocidal ideations than one typically likes to see. Confronting Lady Ilganyag about all this, she'd choked him into a coma. Such ingratitude! Timofey has been a little bored in the interim.

Bastion's apartment is gross, isn't it? He doesn't usually spend much time here. This is Fachlyne, also known as the quarantined district in which the weeping plague has spent the last quarter century running rampant. When he's not playing mook to Tiddybird, Bastion has a very nice workshop here in which he tends to the plague stricken and researches the ailment.

But not so much, lately.