[voice] filtered away from: Lassiter, Pete, Aaron, Jack, Sheldon, Yusuke, Bond

[pacifisted]

[For what is probably the first time in... well, in ever, Trowa is breathing hard as he speaks over the comms. He's obviously not running right then, though--there's no wind in the mic and no footsteps.]

I can't go back to--[a pause; then, mildly bitter]--I need somewhere to stay.

It's... October 2nd now.

[Doesn't even bother hiding his

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voice.

[tothecloud]

Oh my God.

You're back.

voice.

[pacifisted]

I...

[Softly:]

...I am.

voice.

[tothecloud]

Where are you?

voice.

[pacifisted]

Where everyone is when they're brought back.

voice; private 1/2

[pacifisted]

...I don't know what I'm asking.

voice; private 2/2

[pacifisted]

The Major?

[Voice]

[pacifisted]

'Me' again?

[voice / priv] no prob--and get some rest, missy, thread will be around in the morning (as will I)

[pacifisted]

[At the words 'your other form', Trowa recalls catching a brief glimpse of claws covered in gore; if this were video, Bakura would see him immediately jamming that hand into his pocket.]

How long was I missing?

[action]

[pacifisted]

[Turns to see Quatre coming out the door behind him and glowers. Hard.]

Go away.

[action]

[pacifisted]

[It feels as though it should be painful to see that, and maybe it does--but he remembers the sharp point in the flesh of his throat, and some small part of him knows that he didn't live to see Quatre himself die. There's only one way that would have been possible... and maybe it's because the act was the heaviest kind of betrayal that he almost wants to be satisfied by the shock.]

[More so because he himself committed it as well. If it hurts the blond... then it hurts him, too.]

I want to be alone.

Voice;

[hellcommander]

Trowa! You're back!

Voice;

[pacifisted]

[A little confused by the enthusiasm from this department.]

...Yeah.

[It's that football thing, isn't it? Should he say something? Maybe if he apologizes, he won't have to talk about it... nnngh. This is one of those things he usually asks Quatre for help with, but that's not an option at the moment.]

[Quiet.]

Sorry. For missing practice.

Voice;

[hellcommander]

Practice? What are ya--

[he groans]

Wait a minute, you think that's what I'm worried about? You DIED! That's what I was worried about! Jeez, you are such a fuckin' idiot!

Voice;

[pacifisted]

[Somewhat at a loss for words--not that this is a particularly difficult time to manage that feat.]

...Oh.

[To hell with it; the night can't get any worse. Or if it can, he at least won't be surprised by it doing so.]

Private

...Bakura said you saw 'me'.