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[ghostmeta]

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

This is bad.

. . . Nica? No she's dead, what

This - this was supposed to stop happening.

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[sthenyaer]

. . .

[ghostmeta]

Uh.

This is where knowing everything about yourself really, really sucks.

[sthenyaer]

... As stupid as this sounds, can I ask you one thing? Are you gonna die again? Because if so, just... let me brace myself for it?

I- I missed you. A lot.

[ghostmeta]

I honestly don't know.

Reality's gone fucktarded, Mel. I can't tell you jack shit.

Don't get too attached, okay, kiddo? You don't need any more hell in your life. (Having Orochi gunning for you is bad enough, let me tell you.)

[sthenyaer]

I know. I know it has. I'm trying to deal with several crises at once, and I'm scared. I've been laying off the reality-warping, I don't want to fuck anything more up.

... Thanks. I. I don't know if I ever told you this, but about now I just... I say fuck it all, 'cause apparently nothing is certain anymore- I love you. You're... I just needed to say it. I'm sorry.

I've been trying to stay out of trouble. But sometimes, it just... finds me. I'm sorry.

[ghostmeta]

oh JESUS

[sthenyaer]

Todd?!

[ghostmeta]

. . . you're not kidding, are you.

[sthenyaer]

. . . I'm sorry.

[ghostmeta]

Er. That came out wrong.

(It's official. my life is cocked.)

[sthenyaer]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. I'm sorry.

(I'm sorry. I didn't- I just- I'm sorry.)

[ghostmeta]

Ahh, dammit.

Look, it's like - you're a good friend, Mel . . . but not that kind.

And uh, I didn't know you thought of me that way, okay?

[sthenyaer]

I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[ghostmeta]

Mel, as your friend, if you don't stop apologizing, so help me I am going to find the city you're in and I am going to come there and I am going to shake you till you do.

[sthenyaer]

Okay. I'm sorry. I didn't- I'm sorry. I'll shut up. I just. I.

I think I'm gonna break Byte if I keep clinging to it this tightly.

[ghostmeta]

You should probably be worrying more about the Strangers than little old me. I'm not going anywhere - well, not today, at any rate.

And once you kill them all, I might be able to stop by without the potential for interruptions wherein we both must run for our lives.