[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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[mythgravenblade]

...this--

[And that's all. Paladin is staggered by how sadistic this all seems to be.]

[unevoked]

[--Shit. He's silent for a moment, as though trying to actually think before he speaks. For once.]

--It's probably out've context. [Though his voice is a bit strained. what worried no of course not.]

[mythgravenblade]

It's not that. [He sounds a little apologetic.] Just...I can't believe how cruel this is.

[unevoked]

[Well at least there was that. He was quiet for a moment, kind of kicking himself for the almost defensive reaction.]

...The damn radio thing? [A short, low exhale.] Ain't like it's been good to any of us, no reason it should start now.

[mythgravenblade]

This is...I should be used to it, and yet... [Irritated sigh.] I'm sorry.

[unevoked]

...You gonna be okay? [Because focusing on something other than his own memory seemed like a good idea.]

And don't apologize, you're fine.

[mythgravenblade]

I'll be fine. Will you?

[unevoked]

'Course. [But it's said too quickly to be true. But thinking about it can come later-- when people can't hear him.]

...like I said, there ain't any context. Can't tell if the kid was talking to me, or if I was goadin' him on. [Not like that's any better. But then he's not a murderer.]