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[giftoftongues]

[There's a bit of a static fuzz, then some feedback noise, and then the sound of a cat meowing before the camera finally settles on Milo's nervous face.]

H-Hi everyone! Milo Thatch here. Some of you might remember me and uh... some of you might be new. Or never met me or-- er, nevermind.

[He shook it off, and smiled brightly when he thought of

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[ voice! MWA HAHA. ]

[isntpersonal]

Settling in again is so much easier the second time, wouldn't you agree?

[ OH SHIT ]

[giftoftongues]

Y-Yes, well it... heh. Yeah...

How have you been doing?

kind of forgot they haven't re-met.

[isntpersonal]

Could be doing better. Staying alive, if that answers any more questions.

[ Considering she's on the tail end of a rescue. ]

Saw that you decided to take your time.

What an abusive girlfriend.

[giftoftongues]

E-Er, kinda? Alive is good.

[He flinched at that, looking away with a bit of a guilty look.]

Yeah. I just... yeah. [He really had no good excuse for it. :|]

bahaha. xD

[isntpersonal]

I would've stayed longer too, Thatch.

[ Her tone is playful, of course. It was the truth. ]

Whitmore had other ideas.

[giftoftongues]

I shouldn't have stayed so long. [He frowned at himself.] I belong here, fighting the mist, not... hiding down there watching the crystals fade.

[isntpersonal]

How bad is it down there.

[ Her tone is deadpan. She wouldn't admit it, but there's a shred of decency in her that cares for the city. After all, it was a gorgeous place. She wasn't, however, fond of the idea of the linguist losing his leading lady to the Mist. he may have been an idiot, and a main factor in her failure, but she'd seen how far he'd come. Whether that was friendship or just being common enemies of the Mist, she didn't ponder the fact. ]

[giftoftongues]

It's... uh... it's about the same as when you left it. Not bad, but not good. I can't estimate how much time they have because the mist is so unpredictable.

IT'S JUST TAG-NIGHT FOR YOU.

[isntpersonal]

Keep an eye on her then.

She'll probably tell you more than you think she will.

[ Considering the crystal and all---Helga brought to mind what the last siege brought to the school, and what it did to whom. Figures the Princess would come first to mind as most unpredictable. ]

[giftoftongues]

... s-she who?

[isntpersonal]

[ Bit of an eyeroll, forgive her. ]

Do you know any other Atlanteans within arms reach, Thatch?

[giftoftongues]

Wait, do you mean you think she can tell me how much time her people have left?

T-That's... oh man. [No wonder he didn't think of that. It would be such a hard thing to ask!]

I should, I just... that's...

[isntpersonal]

No, not directly.

I think that she also depends on the crystal to live.

You can do the math, Thatch.

[giftoftongues]

... I won't let that happen. [He also refuses to do that math.]

[isntpersonal]

Just pointing it out.

[ She can already sense the hostility. ]

[giftoftongues]

You're right but... I...

[He's mad, but she's not the target. He paused, then just sighed in frustration.]

I know.