File #004 → video → access level: all → Hold me up, I'll dig my hands in

[eristical]

[Makina's back is to the camera. She's taken off her jacket and striped herself from the waist up down to her blood-spattered undershirt. Her hair is knotted out of her face. She's gnawing on something, and leaning on her sword. And yes, she's listening to her usual music. She turns around abruptly after a moment, kicking the dead body of a

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[cachaemic]

[long pause while he tries to work up the nerve to talk while keeping himself from gagging]

What... What are you going to do?

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[eristical]

[Hmn... From Makina, or the dead thing? At any rate... C'mon, Ganta, suck it up. Sword-tap.]

[Pseudo-soft.] Perhaps you could use your imagination.

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[cachaemic]

[mostly all the gore he's been catching lately -- he's almost inaudible when he replies]

... I probably can.

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[eristical]

[Poor Ganta... not that she's sorry.]

You would do well to save me the trouble of finding you.

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[cachaemic]

[audibly flinching at that]

Why would you want to see me?

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[eristical]

I have no desire to see you.

Not alive, that is.

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[cachaemic]

Wh--

[Shit.]

What?... Even when--

[Shit.]

...

[he fumbles with the communicator and it very abruptly cuts out]

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[eristical]

Run all you like; you cannot hide.