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“Hey, Theo.”
“Hey, Riss.”
“I guess you’d’ve heard, even all the way out there.”
“News like that tends to travel a long way. Are you okay?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Tell me about it.”
“What, are you a shrink now?”
“I hope you can feel me glare at you over the phone.”
“Heh. Almost.”
“Talking about things helps, sometimes.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Sheezus. I don’t know where to even start.”
“If you really don’t want to talk…”
“No. I do. It’s just… Shit. I can self-diagnose, and I think psychology is a preposterous excuse for a science. Survivor’s guilt and all that bullshit. All I can think about is, what if I hadn’t left them like that?”
“Rissa, love, all I can say to you is that there’s only one person to blame for this, and it’s not you.”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t expect to be okay. Not after this. But you can’t blame yourself.”
“I know. I don’t have anyone else to blame. I can’t look her in the eye, say ‘you did this, you psycho bitch’ then pop her one in the face.”
“Heh.”
“I’ll break her jaw if I get the chance. And every other bone in her body, one by one. Even those tiny-ass ones in her ears.”
“I do love your violent streak.”
“God, I can’t even think it. I just don’t get that they’re gone. All the time, I’m thinking I should give one of them a call, see how they’re doing, then I remember, ‘oh, oops, can’t do that ever again’.”
“It gets easier. It’s never easy, but it gets easier.”
“Guess you’ve been down this road before.”
“You know I have. You’re the one who’s close-lipped about her sordid past, not me.”
“Yeah.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you more. God, I miss you. I want you to be here, now.”
“Rhys gave me leave. I’ll be there in a month.”
“I know.”
“I wish I was with you, too."
“Hey, Riss.”
“I guess you’d’ve heard, even all the way out there.”
“News like that tends to travel a long way. Are you okay?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Tell me about it.”
“What, are you a shrink now?”
“I hope you can feel me glare at you over the phone.”
“Heh. Almost.”
“Talking about things helps, sometimes.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Sheezus. I don’t know where to even start.”
“If you really don’t want to talk…”
“No. I do. It’s just… Shit. I can self-diagnose, and I think psychology is a preposterous excuse for a science. Survivor’s guilt and all that bullshit. All I can think about is, what if I hadn’t left them like that?”
“Rissa, love, all I can say to you is that there’s only one person to blame for this, and it’s not you.”
“Yeah.”
“You can’t expect to be okay. Not after this. But you can’t blame yourself.”
“I know. I don’t have anyone else to blame. I can’t look her in the eye, say ‘you did this, you psycho bitch’ then pop her one in the face.”
“Heh.”
“I’ll break her jaw if I get the chance. And every other bone in her body, one by one. Even those tiny-ass ones in her ears.”
“I do love your violent streak.”
“God, I can’t even think it. I just don’t get that they’re gone. All the time, I’m thinking I should give one of them a call, see how they’re doing, then I remember, ‘oh, oops, can’t do that ever again’.”
“It gets easier. It’s never easy, but it gets easier.”
“Guess you’ve been down this road before.”
“You know I have. You’re the one who’s close-lipped about her sordid past, not me.”
“Yeah.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you more. God, I miss you. I want you to be here, now.”
“Rhys gave me leave. I’ll be there in a month.”
“I know.”
“I wish I was with you, too."