[Sitting with his knees pulled to his chest, dark bangs framing his face, a pale boy with a communication device rest in the palm of his hand. He stared at it for a few moments, the static filling the small room before a soft voice spoke into it, darkened blue orbs glancing towards the darkness that lay outside the glass separating him from the
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I'm sorry?
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I'm being sarcastic.
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You also work for the Regent then?
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I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention.
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Who... are you?
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You sound... old.
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