[35: accidental vid] won't wear my sunday suit to walk that street

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[The feed starts from inside an empty room, one that was until recently underwater, sealed off with heavy brass and inches-thick glass. The window is an ordinary one now, square and framed in wood, and the bank of television monitors is gone, leaving the wall bare, though there are still a few tattered cords that the Mansion has yet to reabsorb

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[echo_of_utopia]

So he is truly gone.

[ Jack's feed adds a lot more certainty to a suspicion Lamb already had. ]

I'm very sorry for your loss, Jack.

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Shut up.

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[echo_of_utopia]

[ She shuts up. But the feed is still on. ]

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Go away. It's your fault.

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[echo_of_utopia]

My fault?

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[Jack can't maintain the anger. The blame is still there, but his voice is cracking, and he's looking at his hands.]

He didn't go anywhere. He's just dead forever. He wouldn't be dead if it wasn't for you. He'd be somewhere. It's your fault.

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[echo_of_utopia]

[ Oh. Permadeath upon mansion exit. Her favourite subject. ]

Would you feel better if you knew he was somewhere rather than here with you?

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[He nods mutely.]

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[echo_of_utopia]

Then you have my sympathies, even if they may not mean anything to you at the moment.

I apologise for imposing.

[ And then at last the feed simply snaps off. ]