[There's a very low, well-stifled whimper. North clears his throat, there's a moment of silence while he rubs his eyes, and then comes on sounds absolutely heartbroken.]
Sh-Shi--Shi-i-lo--
[Clears his throat again.]
Sh-Shilo's g-g-gone.
J-Just--just go-one. Gone.
She's n-not--a-and I tried--b-but she s-s-still--
[North chokes and at this
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I'm--
I'm pretty sure it--it--it doesn't work like tha-at.
...y-you want something?
Anything?
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Can I c-come over or--or something? J-Just--just for a f-few.
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S-Sure. I'm--
My room or--or Sergei's? Whatever you--you want. Real--ruh-real--really.
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[He doesn't even know where it is.]
S-Sergei's.
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I'll--I'll be waiting and--a-and I'll make you something; how's that?
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[You can tell he's trying to sound happier here. He fails, but he's forcing a good smile on the other end of the line!]
Thanks.
[Click. He'll be at Sergei's in about...ten minutes. Because he's depressed and slow today.]
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