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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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Hmm.

[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.

[He makes a small sound but he isn't surprised. Not really. He knew that Lautrec was taken from him and just needed the confirmation. It hurts because he remembers thinking when his head was filled with important things that the knight would not leave him save if Yaha proved to be more trouble than he was worth. He had been skirting in that line -- for fun, for childish maliciousness. But--]

This is my fault. I did not watch him close enough...

Hey, lithten...

[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.

And what if he doesn't?

What if the last moments I had with him was arguing if he was real or not?

Then they were the latht momentsh and you'll have to deal with that. We can't change what'sh happened.

No.

But we can change how we remember it.

....That came off ath very creepy and ominouth. Care to explain further?

The past is the past.

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?

But you can't kill everyone. You can try, but I would put that under "unadvithable".

Well, of course ...

They'll just come back.

And he'll probably come back too.

Probably is not a guarantee.

...Fair enough.

But I'm pretty thure fucking with your own head ithn't healthy.

It is very healthy.

Look at how well and adjusted I am.

Now, I will admit I wath a little out of it... But when we were in the thame care, weren't you writing blood on the wallth or thomething?

Yes?

What of it?

If thith were Alternia, I'd tell you "Nothing, I don't care" but we're not on Alternia. Apparently, according to humanth, when you paint with the blood of your young or your own body, then you're fucked up.

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.

Humans are very difficult and so unwilling to accept others.

[That is not an answer, elf. He knows.]

[...gdi that means it's weird where he's from too. Why does he make such questionable acquaintances?]

Yeah, they're a bit weird. But a few of them are pretty alright, if you can find oneth that don't drive you up the wall. My moirail wath alright, for example.

Lautrec is the best of them, though...

Everyone else should aspire to be as he is ... or die.

No.

No?

I'm not dying.

[Not because of Lautrec, any damn way.]

Oh, I do not mind you.

I suppose I just mean humans.

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