[IC]

[ecce0homo]

[Inside Wilhelm's office, the chair behind the large desk is swiveled to face away from the doorway; none of Wilhelm's 'cabinmates' are present, but a certain Realian stands just inside the doorway. He looks resolute. The chair doesn't turn

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[is_my_copilot]

Yeah. I'm here.

[. . . that doesn't sound good. :/]

[ecce0homo]

[probably because it isn't, Canaan]

It is well past time that we had a serious discussion. You are, after all, one my of Canaan-model Realians, and the only one present in this place.

[is_my_copilot]

. . .

[walks closer to the desk, standing in almost parade-rest a few feet in front of it]

[ecce0homo]

I am certain that you are aware of why this is necessary.

[Wilhelm's hand rises into view past the edge of the chair, open as though expecting something to be set in it. After a moment, small globes of light gather above his palm, a solar system in miniature that whirls in place, glowing and yet seeming almost void-like between the tiny stars]

[Outside the complex...]

[jesusinaway]

[... Look who's waiting.]

Re: [Outside the complex...]

[is_my_copilot]

. . . chaos.

[soooo about that blood all over his chin . . . and chest . . . and flightsuit . . .]

Re: [Outside the complex...]

[jesusinaway]

Canaan -- !

[Yeah, about that. He's closing the distance left between them with light, cautious steps, and raises a hand to about Canaan's jaw-level. No contact is made yet, though.]

Don't speak yet. Let me see.

Re: [Outside the complex...]

[is_my_copilot]

[turns his head away :/]