[the transmission begins mid-sentence; the sound of shuffling papers and flipping pages can be heard]
--don't know what it means yet, but I figure it has to be important. [...] The names are the same as the ones you hear around here, and if that's where Green is from... Hey, Al, can you pass me that notebook?
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[Oh he's really laughing. Laughing hard.]
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Tch. This damn thing.
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[...]
[After a while, STILL doesn't know what to say.] ...Hell.
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I'm sorry, Edward.
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[...] Thanks.
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[...] Hey.
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I'm sorry that they took someone from you....
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It's-- [...] Damn it.
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He's managed to stumble back into a chair, but he's slumped over, elbows on his knees, face bowed low. There's a hole in the wall nearby, and the communicator's on the floor below that, transmitting static.
It's hard to say why he's so fucking angry about it. They took him away once before, and he was almost happy about it. Back then...he'd been in trouble damn near every second. It had been better off that way.
This is different.]
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Yeah?
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I've got a fresh batch of the brew. You know... just in case...
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[He won't take you up on the offer, but he appreciates it, even if it doesn't show.] Thanks.
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