The word is out about the town

[ooeeooahah]

[ Phone, Christmas Eve Morning, after the broadcast: ]

[ Ilsa's voice is unsteady, but still understandable. ]

The news is not good. No matter what they say, they aren't going to give back, not because of spilled blood. That's the wrong sacrifice. Don't let them use you like this

[ Phone, filtered to Tarvek Stay inside today. I know you - you

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[velesdonnersen]

[It's so very good to hear her voice, and to know she remembers him.]

I will, love. Take care of yourself. I... I hope I get to see you when the holiday's over.

I love you, liebchen.

[ooeeooahah]

I don't believe the broadcast, that they will return... you to your normal state if you're killed. Most of us that have been here since spring probably won't. But I don't want you to take any chances.

[velesdonnersen]

I suspect they will return us: they seem reluctant to destroy any of us if they can help it...but that's not to say I'm going to tempt fate.

I'll be here, love, staying safe if I can.

[Even across town she may be able to sense how profoundly deep is the joy of being back in relationship with her.]

Ilsa? I...I missed you. Merry Christmas, love.

[ooeeooahah]

I'm sorry I couldn't... Tarvek, they shut off my senses. I still can't...

[ She's upset, but this time it isn't tinged with despair, but anger. ]

They toy with us, 'bibi. I should know better. I'm sorry.