one.

[scartits]

[ A video feed starts of a young woman, hand splayed over the lens of the camera. You can catch a glimpse of her face-dirtied from the ash lingering in the air-through her fingers and right now, she’s looking pretty confused and aggravated. ]

“Use this?” How? There’s no instructions.

[ Naoto glares at her communicator, pressing random buttons to

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[2headedcerberus]

[There's a small grunt and some noise of shifting in the background, a certain albino is just waking up. Oh, have a yawn too.]

I take it you already have been informed?

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[scartits]

[ She hesitates, and when she speaks again her responses are clipped, abrasive. ]

For the most part.

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[2headedcerberus]

Then I don't have to say anything.

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[scartits]

You didn't need to say anything from the start.

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[2headedcerberus]

Fine.

[Click. He hanged up and wasn't going to reply.]