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"Beep beep, you've reached the Thiioniic, whether you wanted to or not. I am either dead or buthy, probably the former knowing my luck, but feel free to leave a methage at the tone and maybe I'll remember to look over my voicemail."

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[hey psii it's been awhile since you saw or heard from this kid, hasn't it? wonder what was up with that.]

I think I have something of yours.

Yeah? What ith it?

Recordings from your little trip into the facility, I think.

Oh fuck- theriously? That'sh actual good newth, for once!

Yes, a photo and a voicemail. It all seems very dramatic.

Well, that'sh a given, right?

Give me a rundown of anything important.

The photo was of a large white room with someone a little bit older than me sitting at an art easel. You marked it with some kind of identification about restricted rooms?

If I'm not mistaken the voicemail involves a conversation you seemed to have had with the director. Mostly disagreements on philosophy, honestly, but I think you would be interested to hear the discussion regardless.

[a pause.]

How did you make it out of all of that, anyway?

Uh. I don't think I did.

After the thcream which fucked over everyone, that'sh all I remember. I think they panwiped me tho I wouldn't remember where to go or what I learned.

[of course you didn't psii. of course you didn't. it's a good thing this is audio and you can't see his face right now, psii.]

Would you like me to send the files back to your phone then? Or... [a considering pause.] If you'd like to save a copy somewhere a bit more secure, just in case the technicians wind up trying to cover their tracks with this. Well.

You had that computer thing in the dream, right? How good are you with electronics?

Very good. Thollux hath thomething we can back everything up to, and I can get it all down on paper too.

[Something is occurring to him, however.]

Why didn't you contact me earlier about thith? Where have you been?

I have something you might be able to save a copy too as well, if you can fiddle with the programming on it a little.

[and here comes a pretty significant pause because goddamnit psii, you were supposed to be too distracted to ask about that.] ... I went home for a little bit, I think.

...Oh.

[An awkward pause.]

You want to talk about it?

[a short, startled laugh and alex almost says "no" outright before reconsidering slightly.]

It's nothing, really. I met someone who had been friends with my parents before they died. He wound up being a bit of a disappointment in the end. And I'm fourteen again, which is surprisingly frustrating.

Yeah? Dithappointment how? Wath he thupposed to be better?

[a hum purposefully chosen to sounds trivial.] A better friend, maybe.

[yassen had been more loyal to alex's father in the end, and what did that say about the world when an assassin was apparently a better friend than the man that was supposed to be alex's godfather?

ash had killed john, and he's almost succeeded in killing alex as well. the whole thing just left alex feeling tired and cold.]

Well. You know. Fuck him.

[Such helpful advice.]

Did he thcrew you over, or jutht didn't give a thit, or what? I mean, you know. If you're alright with talking.

[another distinct pause]

A bit of both I guess. I mean, he had his excuse, of course. But I'm getting a little tired of people trying to excuse terrible things they did with some tragic backstory.

God, fuck that excuthe. Great, there'th a reathon behind their fuck up- but they thtill fucked up, right? All the goddamn tearjerkerth in the world aren't going to fix the bullthit they did or make anyone feel better about getting fucked over.

Or bring anyone back to life. [and that was... probably more than alex meant to say.]

[...Oh.]

...Raw deal, kid.

[you can practically hear him shrugging over the line here.]

I'm getting used to it.

But you thouldn't have to, right?

I mean, bullthit ith bullthit forever.

I wind up doing a lot of things I shouldn't have to. [a sad and simple fact, really.]

But we don't have to accept it.

Maybe not, but I didn't like myself when I got angry about it.

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