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[greenasamber]

......Norman.

I'm sending you a tape.

Don't watch it anywhere you don't trust.

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[some_thing_]

Not long after the above message goes out, and entirely unrelated to it, there suddenly is a Some in Amber's apartment, stumbling unsteadily to a stop in her kitchen, clutching a glass of something in both hands and looking rather as though he's already had too much. Also, covered in spattered blood.

[greenasamber]

Amber is near-instantly aware of the new presence, and is up and in the kitchen in only a heartbeat or two.

"Some!"

[some_thing_]

He's trying very hard not to spill, but his motor functions are not up to par. It's... time to sit down. On the floor. He can lean on your fridge, right?

"I'm going crazy..."

[greenasamber]

"Oh, Some. Some..." She goes to him, kneeling and touching him carefully on the shoulder. "What happened? Are you alright?"

[some_thing_]

"I killed... I killed Augie. I ate him. And I bit someone in the Sanctuary, and Nyoka had to rescue Cuckoo from me and I raped Norman and I can't... I can't...." His voice breaks and drains away, and he just stares into his cup. Why did he come here?

[greenasamber]

"...oh." Oh, God. But she doesn't draw away in horror -- instead, her arms go around him, and hse just holds him. "Oh, Some..."

[some_thing_]

And he just breaks, dropping the cup to spill on the floor, clutching at her arms and weeping. Everything, he's destroyed everything.

[greenasamber]

She holds him, stroking his hair and whispering soothing nonsense, as he breaks down.

Oh, Some.

[some_thing_]

"I... I never wanted..." It's hard to get the words out, sobbing this hard. "Just... I don't know how... why... And he's dead and Harbor, I can't!" Yeah, he's not making much sense.

[greenasamber]

"Shh... Some. Shh..."

And that's about when there's a loud feline yowl from the living room. And a familiar voice.

"Amber."

[some_thing_]

And Some cringes, guilt and fear and everything. Norman! He struggles to get out of Amber's arms. "I should go, shouldn't have come, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I have to go!"

[osborn_journals]

"...Some?"

There's a soft thump, and a calico cat comes darting into the kitchen.

[greenasamber]

"Norman! What are you -- Some, no, don't, it's okay, it's..." She doesn't let go of him.

[some_thing_]

"No, no, no, no..." He doesn't want to face Norman right now, no. Curling up in her grasp with his arms over his head, because it's too late to run and he can't focus enough to teleport. Still sobbing, unable to catch his breath. "No, no, I'm sorry, go away, please, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did it..."

[osborn_journals]

Norman doesn't go away, though. He comes in, and follows Amber's example -- kneeling in front of Some, touching his arm carefully. "Some. Some, it's alright. I said it was, before. And it still is."

[greenasamber]

Amber frowns, and reaches out with her mind, to tell Norman what Some told her -- but then she sees he already knows.