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[wandbreaker]

[There's silence, basically. Then finally, it's there: terse, short, without any feeling.]

My siblings are gone. That's Caspian, as well.

If you work at the Blue Light, well. It's now mine. I won't be changing much, but let me know, at some point, if you're about.

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[cry_reaper]

Caspian? I'm sorry to hear that.

[Only not entirely. She won't have to double-take every time she sees his face on the Network.]

[wandbreaker]

Yes, Caspian.

[wandbreaker]

All of them.

[wandbreaker]

I'd rather not talk about it.

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[7thborn]

[She doesn't answer this for a long, long while. And when she finally does, she can't manage her typical audio reply because she isn't sure she's that good at keeping her voice completely even. Not for something like this. Not for people she felt were as good as family, too. Peter most of all.

Her first thought is Are you sure? but of course he is. Taking over the Blue Light makes it final, to her. So all that's left is...]

Edmund, I'm so sorry.

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[wandbreaker]

Best not apologize.

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[7thborn]

Yeah, I reckon so. It's the City's fault more than anything else, anyway. I just-

[Oh, Merlin.]

I know what it's like, is all. Wanted to see if you're alright.

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[wandbreaker]

I'm fine. You're still working, right?

[primrosella]

Gone? They're--and Caspian, too...?

[wandbreaker]

Gone.

[He wants to snap - why does everyone want to make sure? As if he's not completely certain?]

[primrosella]

...Are you at the Blue Light now? I can be there soon, I'm just a bit away.

[wandbreaker]

At the stables.

In the last stall.

[likeboudica]

I'm sorry, Edmund.

[wandbreaker]

[Why is everyone so sorry?]

Yes.

[likeboudica]

[ Because they're gone and she imagines that must hurt, even if it is only temporary. ]

Are you all right?