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[roseraiebleue]

[There's the familiar zap, and after some fumbling, Charles finally picks up the communicator, his hoarse voice addressing the device itself rather than anyone on the network.]

Stop doing that, I don't want to--

[...before tossing it against a wall with a loud thud and a crack.]

[ooc: uh, assume any replies are delayed by at least two hours

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[whiteduplicity]

Um...

Are you all right?

[roseraiebleue]

Fine.

I'm just sick of this place.

[whiteduplicity]

[ ... ] Something happen?

[roseraiebleue]

Nearly everyone leaves except for me. It's such a sick joke.

[whiteduplicity]

... Ah.

I-- I'm sorry that someone close to you left.

[roseraiebleue]

Not just someone. They're all leaving.

[whiteduplicity]

... Your time will eventually come too, I'm sure.

[roseraiebleue]

I'm not.

[whiteduplicity]

[ ... ]

As cynical as it sounds, "all things must end". So, even if you aren't...

[roseraiebleue]

And it was humans who said that. What could they know about it?

[whiteduplicity]

... Even if only human, a lot of things.

[roseraiebleue]

But only what they can understand firsthand.

[whiteduplicity]

[...] Fair enough. We can still try, and... hope, though.