[Memory Broadcast]

[unevoked]

[The radio clicks on, beginning to broadcast a young boy speaking. His voice his hgh-pitched, clearly prepubescent, but it's impossible to miss the sheer emotion in his tone: There's a lot of anger there.]

--That was the day my mom died here. They called it an accident.... but it wasn't. I saw the whole thing... [The boy suddenly seems to have a

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[notpissedoff]

[...Ouch. That one was worse than his own. Rain doesn't mean to reply, but the radio catches what he mutters to himself.]

I hate this.

[unevoked]

Here I almost thought it'd skip me this time. [His voice is even and controlled, though, as though he's not terribly concerned. That or good at hiding when he's really bothered.]

Guess no one's exempt from this shit.

[notpissedoff]

[He lets out a breath.]

...Yeah.

[unevoked]

...You been doing better?
[SUDDEN TOPIC SHIFT GO]

[notpissedoff]

[His voice lacks any inflection, and isn't all that convincing.]

I'm fine.

[unevoked]

...Right. 'Least there's that, then.