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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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[Fortunately for Yaha, dying has apparently made Psii more inclined to interact and give a fuck. Instead of ignoring the message in his inbox, he actually sighs and responds.]
Are you thure he'th jutht not in another car?
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But I can't find him! He won't answer me.
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[Psii... well, doesn't hate Yaha, yet, even though he suspects he probably should, and hell... It'll give him something to do.]
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Long thtory thort, if he hath hith phone on him, I can find him. Unleth the Tech group fuckth me over anyway... When wath the latht time you and him met up?
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[He cannot give a real answer due to how his mind had twisted the past few weeks. But what does it matter? He hasn't heard from him in a few hours and that is enough to bring worry.]
Did you find him yet?
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[A noncommittal answer before the clicking stops.]
Let me explain thomething. Hacking ith kind of like following a trail when you're hunting. When the Technicianth take anyone for whatever reathon, it'sh like finding the trail out of nowhere thtops. Like they were plucked out of midair, metaphorically.
...Tho I would put him down ath "probably dead for the time being". I mean, maybe I'm wrong and thomething elthe happened, but that'sh the motht likely thing that did.
I can keep looking, if you want. Keep an eye out to thee if the trail pickth up again.
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This is my fault. I did not watch him close enough...
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[Wow, this is awkward. He doesn't actually give a shit about Lautrec, but Yaha hasn't yet crossed the line into Lautrec territory.]
I mean, no one can be attached to their favored perthon. Crap happenth. He'll come back.
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What if the last moments I had with him was arguing if he was real or not?
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But our memories are our own. We can always change how we remember something. Because who is to say what we remember is true? If everyone is dead and gone, who can say what we say is true isn't?
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They'll just come back.
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But I'm pretty thure fucking with your own head ithn't healthy.
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Look at how well and adjusted I am.
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What of it?
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If that'sh normal on your planet, then fine, great, headth up for humanth being weird.
If not normal on your planet, then from what I underthtand that ith fucked up.
The more you know.
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voice; yaha is the best excuse for me to use these icons, bless
voice; yay blessed!
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