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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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.