[The feed clicks on to a view blurred by heavy rain. In the not-so-far background towers the wall of the Inner City. The figure that peers down at the PCD, shaking the device, is at first shadowed and difficult to make out. A few hard taps later, however, the view clears
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Do you need assistance?
[[ooc: Apologies for epicly failing and missing this before. <3 ]]
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No. I'll regain my strength soon enough.
I go to see if my house still stands... if you wish to find me there.
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It does indeed stand. I will join you, Saul.
[[ooc: Offline? or...?]]
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He ran a hand through his rain-soaked hair, coughed hard then sighed. Hungry, weakened, power spent - it was pathetically certain that he'd take ill if he didn't go inside soon. But he didn't. He waited.
It was appropriate that he wait.]
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Carmen came up behind him, not bothering with her normal stealth.]
Saul.
[She placed a gloved hand on one of his shoulders.]
It is cold. Shall I help you inside?
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Carmen.
[Finally he opened the door. The air inside was musty with neglect, yet dry. It had been summer when he'd last been there, but he had some firewood stacked up for cooking. Maybe it could still be used. He shuffled aroundn the small kitchen, half relearning its geography.]
Thank you. Please, sit, the fireplace should still work... [He would have liked to lean on her, perhaps, but no - no, it was too soon.]
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She followed him inside, raising an eyebrow at his actions.]
While you are normally more than capable of attending to things, you look injured. It would not aid either of us if you were to make your condition worse. May I help you in some way?
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I wasn't gone from this world. [He spoke rather casually. He never planned to hide anything from her.] I'll tell you - in a moment.
[It was odd, but somehow it was harder, now, to accept her offered help that it had been when they were only marginal partners. Crouching by the wood pile, he lingered another long moment before replying.] There is a tinderbox in the other room.
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I understand. I will wait. [Even just having that confirmed was huge. Her mind returned to the post he'd made, mentioning Bao, and a dark suspicion began to form. How else would the PCD vanish off the network if the person was not gone? But he would tell her. She believed that.]
Of course. [She moved into the other room and looked around, locating it after a moment and returning. Carmen offered it to him, taking care to not seem like she was encroaching. She was aware of how proud he was, and did not blame him for it. It was only to be expected. Then again, it was obvious how weak he was. It was difficult to not step in; she was not used to being in the background, or waiting on someone. She could offer to help more in a sideways fashion, perhaps.] Your supplies may be old, it has been some few months.
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He gave a slight start when she returned and spoke, glancing up.] Wood and tinder don't spoil, [he said, reaching up to take the tinderbox, then stopped, hand dropping. He gave a small nod toward the fireplace.] Would you, perhaps...? [Enough, enough - she was here and willing. He would take the help in the spirit in which it was offered. A fire, a place to sit... and then he could talk to her, at last.]
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Carmen inclined her head in acknowledgment of what he'd said. They didn't spoil, but food did, and he did not look well. But for the time being it was not an urgent matter.]
Of course. I've had some small amount of practice. [She hadn't known how to use a tinderbox before coming here. It had been an interesting time of learning. Making the fire was short work, and then Carmen was moving away from the fireplace, setting down the tinderbox, and taking a seat next to him.] Do you need anything else at this time?
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I'm not so bad as I look. I should have been more cautious. [With a muffled sound, he straightened in the chair, putting both hands on the table as though to brace himself.] One, two weeks of captivity, it seemed a small thing. They deserved some reward for their ingenuity, and who knows what I might have learned? But confinement, darkness, hunger, they'd take their toll of any man in time, and I didn't realize how soon... [He paused, shaking his head ruefully.]
I might be getting old.
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I do not understand how it occurred. Your PCD signal cut off as it does with any who have disappeared, but then again, it is their network.
[There was no surprise at the thought of him trying to manipulate captors back. It was the intelligent thing to do. She smiled, very amused.]
Age does happen. It is attached to time. [Then the amusement faded into something more gentle.] But being captive also eats at the spirit. It is likely that it was simply all of those things, as well as prior slight malnutrition, combined poorly. Few here eat as they should all of the time.
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[He was too exhausted to really consider the implications of that in depth, though he acknowledged them. The first half-thought was to wonder if people had been happy, relieved of fear; the second, to wonder how Carmen had -
- felt. That was right. How she must have felt.
He let his head drop again. It was difficult to think, in this state, and so exceedingly easy to feel.]
As imprisonment goes, I've tasted longer and crueler... and I wager I hurt them far deeper than they hurt me. What more can a man ask for? Except perhaps... [Ah, rambling. That was new, wasn't it? And yet.]
... I missed you. Carmen.
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All the evidence pointed to such a conclusion.
[Quantifying the emotions she'd gone through was too difficult a task right now. Even now it was still a tangle. It had been very hard to see him on the network and consider not being remembered. It had almost been like losing again. Her fingers interlaced on her lap.]
I missed you as well. And I did not think that you would return.
[Had she been able to eliminate the feeling of loss? No. But she had tried. And Carmen was not entirely sure if she should feel guilt for this or not. At least the feelings remained.]
But I am glad that you are here once more.
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