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[velvet_zealot]

[ Footsteps over broken glass, the crunch beneath each one reminiscent of someone that does not see the damage done, that they have caused

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[thenobledie]

[SHE WON'T SAY IT.]

You remember.

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[velvet_zealot]

...Everything.

[ Including that dream he had. He should speak to Luciela about it. Maybe. ]

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[thenobledie]

I do hope you plan to be less self-destructive now.

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[velvet_zealot]

Implying I should be more destructive of others...?

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[sugaryoptimist]

M'sorry. [Genuine sympathy? Empathy? Maybe.]

{Voice}

[velvet_zealot]

Oh...are you?

[ A sprinkle of bitterness. ]

{Voice}

[sugaryoptimist]

Yeah. I know you were lookin' forward to seein' your mother again.

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[velvet_zealot]

[ Why are you impervious to the bitchiness. ]

...

[ A soft huff. ]

Like you could possibly understand.

[Voice]

[threedoctorates]

I doubt that those law officials would wish to assist you anyway.

[Is there an edge to his voice? Perhaps.]

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[velvet_zealot]

...Hm. Hello again.

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[threedoctorates]

[And he switches to video, knowing from what the other has said to him that he knows who he is anyway]

I wish I could share that sentiment.

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[velvet_zealot]

[ Of course he'd recognize Spencer's voice. It's been a week, his memories are returned to him...and Spencer, without you, the whole debacle might not have come to pass. He owes you a thank you. And a gunshot wound to the head, because the plan didn't work. ]

I don't care if you do...or you don't.

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[ladyofthesouth]

I'd welcome you back, but you wouldn't appreciate the sentiment, I'm sure.

Still restless, I see.

[A cold tone for an impetuous boy.]

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[velvet_zealot]

[ For several long minutes Yazoo debates whether he should be responding with the video function or the audio one, quarrels internally with what precisely to say, and who he is saying it to. ]

[ He remembers that dream now, after all. He remembers Luciela's head in his arms, and calling her something... ]

[ Mother. ]

[ But it was just a dream...and that's all it was. Brought on by the mist, treacherous and deceiving. ]

Luciela.

[ Why does it sound strange rolling off his tongue? ]

[ His tone sours just a little, plagued by his confusion and resentment. ]

There isn't much to appreciate...in the sentiment. Aside from the fact...I know you don't mean it poorly.

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[ladyofthesouth]

You're right. Things are poor enough most days without my having to add to it.

[Like your attitude, Yazoo. Even if it's twisted by madness or temporary amnesia. Nobody said abyssals were terribly forgiving.]

[Much as she might want to be.]

I've always meant you well, Yazoo.

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[velvet_zealot]

There is a difference between meaning well...and meaning anything at all.

[ You never asked for anything in return. ]

[ In return for...what? ]

[ He never wanted anything from you, either. ]

[ If it wasn't really mutually beneficial, what was it? Besides troubling. ]