[He'd have no one to reach out to even if his reputation hadn't been destroyed. The only people who care that he's dead only care because they're happy about it.]
Similar position. [The dreamlike space. The apparent nonexistence between last encounter and now. Death, less certain.]
I regret to inform you that prolonging conversation has never been my talent. However, if this pattern holds, it’ll seem as though no time at all passes between our end here and the next occurrence.
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pantheraliam) wrote2030-03-12 03:03 pm
(closed to @surveillingscion) tfln continuation
Like who? I have no loose ends.
[He'd have no one to reach out to even if his reputation hadn't been destroyed. The only people who care that he's dead only care because they're happy about it.]
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[Ah. He answers less whether he can, more if he would. No loose ends.]
Forget that I asked.
[This is meant to be understanding. Words on a small, bright flatness lose that, she thinks.]
No loose ends, no more questions. What are you to do with yourself now?
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You're all there is now. As far as I can tell, anyway.
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[“You’re all there is now.”
[She abruptly feels like she’s been trampled.]
What a strange convergence. [A text message doesn’t betray that tone, either.]
If we found a way out, would you take it?
not trampled...
[He wanted to live.]
regular ol’ chest pain
[As she left it, ha. Not his problem, either.]
Back to life, I meant.
I wouldn’t condemn you [to oblivion, she thinks, or whatever else may follow] if you didn’t want that.
witnessing a non-suicidal pan character in real time is so...
Back to life? Surely, that's not possible.
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Impossible as writing through a convergence with a cell phone.
It is a hypothetical without lead. [read: Don’t get your hopes up.] But I will pursue it if one arises.
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[. . .]
I didn't want to die.
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[Flattery? Nothing else is an option. (Would anyone else bother? Caitlyn keeps loose strings tied.)]
I’d say most don’t. Especially by such means as a sacrificial trampling.
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Fine. So, we know what we're looking for. We just have to find it.
[Somehow "I will pursue it if one arises" has become a quest of mutual interest. Funny how that works.]
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[The word “funny” has never looked less funny.]
Right. Where are you? Formless space again?
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I suppose, when we finish this conversation, I'll simply...
You know. Until next time.
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Similar position. [The dreamlike space. The apparent nonexistence between last encounter and now. Death, less certain.]
I regret to inform you that prolonging conversation has never been my talent. However, if this pattern holds, it’ll seem as though no time at all passes between our end here and the next occurrence.
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You're right. We just have to blink.